Days Of Old. Poem by James Ferguson

Days Of Old.



</></>Ahh the days of old reminicing on those day of when
i was a mere child no worrys or pain no scars to be shown. now that i am old.
scarrs are bared upon my heart and what i see is dark the soul within nothing
left to give

Friday, November 4, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: old,child,dark
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