- Ponder this
by George �Papa� G.
The crescent moon hangs like a soft florescent light
behind the vapor like clouds. Squandered youth vanished,
as evanescent as a missed kiss. Gone forever.
I wander through life sailing on a bike of rolling steel,
on Texas roads under live oaks and Spanish moss hanging�
Details on this tale, that is my life not with standing,
I have written on pages of paper. Like proses of yellow roses,
that bring bliss to my soul day after day�
I am healed. I again can feel�
The abyss, dear readers does exists,
but to no avail the sages say, if I choose to be happy and free�
I think I will be�
I would be remiss if I did not ponder this�
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