My spark is dyingI can feel the passion dryingI’ve grown weary of the pryingInto matters that make no difference to my life What happened to the yearning?When my soul was always burningMy mind constatly churning outIdeas that I fashioned into gold All the stories left untoldAll the songs left unsungWhat is was to be youngContinue reading “To Be Young/To Be Skilled”
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The Things We Left Behind
Momma wept It’s all too much to accept The memories she kept Swore to preserve and protectChipped floors she patiently swept Stacks of of junk-mail and debts The kitchen of crepes and cartoons All consumed Momma, I said It’s all still there in our headsYour laugh as you fed usThe tales that you read usHandsContinue reading “The Things We Left Behind”
Jeremy Koloski 