David Thomas


Luck - Poem by David Thomas

the days are endless.
we suffer through them,
cloudy rain to chill earth.
looking in the rear view mirror
of the car that is me,
the days seem like minutes.
Warning, objects in mirror
are closer than they appear.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 1, 2010



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