Saturday, August 13, 2011

1950s SMALL TOWN LIFE/UNTITLED POEM




Myriad lyrics trip through my mind
On the light little feet of their tunes
And the voices I hear as I sit here tonight
Come from far away planets and moons

I know that life here on earth will go on
As long as there's hope still around
But my life alone may cease to exist
For reasons that seem so profound.


Susan J. Skinner

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