the face
it smiled
the pen
it wrote
the food
was eaten
babies
gotten
wine
drunk
yards
trimmed
the pen
kept writing
kids
grew
the face
stopped smiling
arguments
had
hotel rooms
occupied
long nights
passed
pen
writing
suitcases
packed
screams
screamed
fights
terminated
traveling alone
west
2 comments:
That poem told the story of many a life.
Yes it is. But we are never alone. Thanks so much for coming by, and the comment.
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