horizons of your hairline
fall flat in passing years
like faces of military wives
who wallow in bitter tears;
yet, there's little time to mourn
when all is dawning dawn --
the lights have moved beyond your head
till all that's left is gone.
note: this is something I jotted down in my poetry workshop on Friday, in my silly attempt to emulate Jeffrey Mcdaniel -- funny, but serious at the same time.
Love it, it has a lot of meaning to it. No doubt there.
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