Road is empty,
Feet are sore
Maybe I can’t handle it any more
Just thinking that the end is here
But my eyes tell me I’m not even near.
I can seem to find the right way.
no one was here before
ironically
behind me is the door,
but it’s closed
and won’t open for me any more.
This means that I have to walk along the way
Until it’s day
And the sun will shine
Another ray
Down on me
I plea,
Guilty
I’m the only one to blame
Forgive me
In defeat is no fame…..
Inkognito
18-11-’02
herfstkind: | Zaterdag, november 23, 2002 16:29 |
prachtig mooi... jammer dat je zo weinig online bent... liefs Evi |
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free: | Dinsdag, november 19, 2002 17:15 |
prachtig....... liefs free |
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geranne: | Dinsdag, november 19, 2002 11:32 |
vind het prachtig... herken er zo veel in! Echt zo mooi! XXXzjes Geranne |
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W.Yeats: | Dinsdag, november 19, 2002 01:48 |
You've got a good poem here, Inkognito. In defeat is no fame? I beg to differ. If you are a good looser, you are a wise winner. Good poem! Wilbur Yeats. |
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