A Day Lost (Whose To Remember) . Poem by Peter Vealey
A Day Lost (Whose To Remember) .
Passing time,
Awaiting results
Bad, indifferent or good
Life is passing.
Thought of many people,
Where do they stand or I?
Living in this
Papered over existence.
Travels to the beginning
of my journey.
Am I rested or restless?
Long-time passing,
Long time love.
I cry every time
Inside.
Looking at you.
Oh mein papa!
Love is always the
Beginning and the end
All other delusions are just that.
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