mislead you
take you by the hand
what's left of me
it's so easy to see
that changes seen
and pleasant dreams
everso distant
and never quite the same
like when the balloon
is let go..
watching it ascend
to the clouds and heavens
above you..
you turn your face to me
and the tears you shed
blend in easy in the rain
what's right of me
the cold dead hand of apathy
poetic mortae..
will you still remember me?
when my time has run out..
and the candle wax has
melted over the pages
of long forgotten history..
when life has lost meaning
the tarot cards keep dealing
all seen through the eyes
of tomorrow..
By Rick Weber
March 25, 2013
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