I sit and watch the crowds walk by
As they have done for years
Of late, they seem much better dressed
Well scrubbed and full of cheer
Beyond the canopy of trees
And diners in cafes
I note a building by a wall
Still draped in yesterdays
That's where I shed so many tears
In just a little room
Where many hopes and dreams were crushed
In midnight's pallid gloom
I suffered many agonies
As loved ones lost their way
Helpless in bondage of disease
While demons held full sway
Those days are but a memory
Not easily recalled
Unless I happen on that street
And see beyond that wall.
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What an honest, heartfelt write, 'bondage of disease', You are a brave, beautiful, lady, I wish for you joy and fulfillment, and for anyone 'walking Lincoln Road', support and friendship, God bless you!