My Aching, Aching Heart
the struggle is never meant to end,
it is meant to be endured.
life carves experience
into our face
line by line.
years pass as
they accumulate.
black becomes
salt and pepper,
problems persist,
happiness comes,
goes as it pleases.
do you miss those
carefree days as a child,
sun shinning through the trees
in the park,
the future
being so
far
far
away?
(for RC Sr.)
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