Richard Dorrough

Someday I Know
Ill wake from this dream
With nary a wimper
Much less a scream
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You sit cautiously
And carefully
Looking out from the sides
Of your windows
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As I wander through the empty avenues,
Searching always searching,
I wonder which will lead me to the new beginning,
Or perhaps to the end of my emptiness
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I stand here silently,
Intently listening,
As the burdens of life,
Flow downstream with the current
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Is it better to see
What you cannot touch
To want and desire
To yearn so much
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You told me to love you
And I will forever
You told me to never leave you
And I never will
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I have memories from
When I was a child
...

I have things to say,
But to write it your way
I would have to read the dictionary
For a week and a day
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Through the eyes of the children,
Grows our future,
Remembers our past,
They have just begun
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Away! Away!
O foolish boy of eight
The hounds they are upon you
You must increase your gait
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Your armor is tarnished
Your steed has grown old
The face of adventure
Now weakened and cold
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