Impermanence Poem by Barbara James

Impermanence



The Child of Five is dead.
The girl of fifteen gay no more.
And now,
the old woman disappearing somewhere.
Ghosts following ghosts.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ronald Stroman 02 March 2007

i will not follow ghosts... to lead me to where... nothing inside me, would desire to live.

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Barbara James

Barbara James

Chicago, Illinois
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