Poem

Fragile Traveler

As I turn off the porch light.
I feel like a fragile traveller
heart burdened with necessities.
Sky searching the chapters of life.

That is all, the crudities,
the superficiality. Yes and yet,
I shall not forget the privileges
of the time gone by
in the long, stream of eternity.

Left cold to die.

©boringbug

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