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A Bend In the Road

Whispers in the breeze, frozen stiff around a bend- life came to an end. If just there was enough, if just. The quiet still of the dead, coagulated blood on your head... You sped away to get away... farther than you ever meant. Now a little face dwells pensive confused. Heavy chin resting on his fist, weary eyes covered wet with woe. In the late October breeze he tries to catch a whisper of his dad... calling him to sleep, for one last time again. Life long they will pass your final act. A dent in the old oak tree, where in a flash- they lost everything. My heart it weeps. It could be you or me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 11/15/2009 12:07:00 PM
Well-written Verse-sad but thought provoking, Towne! ' It could be you or me' - so true. Peace and love, Audrey
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Date: 11/4/2009 2:19:00 PM
so sad, hope it is not true, keep sharing with the soup.
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Date: 11/3/2009 4:41:00 PM
Wonderful piece you have written, Towne. Certianly it could be any of us. Keep on with the good work.
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Date: 11/3/2009 4:40:00 PM
Although he didn't die in an accident, my Dad passed away earlier this year, A. Now I'm living in his house surrounded by his memories. It is always sad when the "final act" in the play of life ends. The dent in the old oak tree is like the hollowness I still feel in my heart when I remember Dad. My heart weeps, too. God bless you. Love, Carolyn
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