There were a lot of them, people....that I left behind.
Some we worse than others.
Most just functioned like me.
These are the folks I ran and drank with.....
...those that followed me like friends.
I know now that they were an echo of
something I wanted them to be.
They were there only for the taking.
Taking not of my possessions, but of me myself.
Now that I have moved on.
I get a call once in a while,
I hear the voice on the other end.....
.....of one of my old companions.
It is in those moments that I realized
how much I really do have to offer
this world because I see now,
I had nothing in common with
this taker in the first place.
Copyright 12-21-2008©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem so nicely penned..I loved the piece of work