An old life ended
Posted on 14. Jun, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss
Like an old photograph
my life seems appropriately worn
The edges are still defining
even when they are torn
Like an antique cabin window
my mind seems sometimes clouded
The panes clear enough to show
even when they begin to crack
Like a quiet country road
my soul leads itself to a variety of friends
The bumps are subtle reminders of travelers of old
forgetten to past routes that whimsically end