He is yesterday
He is the old way
He is our mentor
He is our muse
He is what makes us
He is our trust
He is our mistakes
He is what we take
He is our history
He is belief
Pages turn as he does learn
A scribe of time and our concern
The man inside the diary
That man was always me
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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This reminds me of something....
ReplyDeleteDid I steal something without knowing? oops!
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