The future
I dip my toe into the future
It chills me icy cold
I catch my breath and wait
Wait to see what unfolds
I imagine a life full of joy
A life that's whole and complete
Yet the only picture painted
A park bench on and empty street.
© Rik - 15/02/2006
Poetry by Rik

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Written on 2006-02-15 at 23:10




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