Stolen Life Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Stolen Life
Stolen Life
My stolen life
Lost in despair
Hearts still cry out now
Even though I'm gone
Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026
Toronto, Canada
Another masterstroke, Richard. It brilliantly and touchingly captures that even after a person is gone, the echoes of the pain and stolen potentials linger. A favorite!
You've summed it up so very well, Rose Marie! A world of THANKS for all of your support and very positive encouragement. And for adding it to your favourites!
His spirit continues to haunt me in a very positive way, Rose Marie!
Very nice, Richard. did you know that when Kerouac died, his estate was valued at only 91 dollars? I saw that on Jeopardy the other day.
2) Belle, when I was in Florida in February, I sat on the front porch of his home. Took a photo of one of his books that turned out quite mysteriously; will get it framed...for more inspiration!
Thank you, Belle! Even with all the research and writing I've done on Kerouac, I didn't know this. Gotta start watching Jeopardy again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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stolen life will be disappeared if the present life enjoy the fair
Yes, Adeeb! To make the most of each and every day! Thanks so much for reading and commenting!