Thanks for coming! Grab a cup of coffee and read some poetry by Tim Baker. Please e-m@il any comments or suggestions to him at vecna@prodigy.net.
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I think of days when all I had were friends An wonder if tomorrow I shall see A time when laughter never seems to end A day like those that passed, where I am free The boisterous sounds of merriment I knew Have fallen by the wayside, gone away Replaced, I see, by worries, false and true And longings for the ones who went astray A dull, unchanging, boredom has replaced The eager days of youth and vigor, true But memory does not falter when being faced By futures that look sad, depressed, and cruel So if you see the past, please let it know I’m searching for it with nowhere to go |