A Fresh New Start
The poems you wrote about the sunset times
the recognition of a true sunrise
once deep inside of me with weary sighs
and lost Elizabethan sonnet rhymes.
So many words written in my lifetime
as though each syllable would fall to dust
each stanza left outside to conquer rust
no immortality hidden in line.
All truths are spoken towards you and me
those years we loved will never find a home
where walls are filled with photos and art
of every child who makes our family.
To fill each paragraph within our tome,
too many words to spell a new fresh start.
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"The name is Bill Burroughs. I am a writer. Let me tell you a few things about my job, what an assignment is like." William S. Burrough from The Adding Machine.