Lost
He wore his five o’clock shadow
like fine cologne
roaming crowded city streets
yet so alone
He strolled boulevards and alleys of
a loveless maze
happy ending became dead ends
along the way
He was a fighter, a rebel, a writer of
words so blue
he was a wanderer forever lost ’til
he found you
Photo taken from Pinterest.
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Hope all is well with you!
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Thank you! You as well. I am doing ok. Have a new health issue. Eh. Nothing new for me. Used to it. I press on. 🙂
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