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Little girl in the pink dress
funny glasses, orange and red,
were those beads a present?
Smile for me once more before you skip away.
Old man in the wrinkled shirt,
pants to short, hands tell tales of struggles and dedication.
Sad eyes, lonely, where’d she go my friend?
Come back, sit a while and rest those weary feet.
Young man, spiked hair, rings in ears,
tattoo of first love proudly posted for all to see.
No haunts from past only futures for you to conquer.
Hold your head high as you walk on.
Sweet woman, with the calloused feet and
untucked blouse, hair is combed but eyes are vacant,
wrinkles aren’t laugh lines but tragedy engraved in flesh.
Cry a while, shed the tears and breathe again.
Here I am, blonde hair flowing
Shoulders bare and brown from sun licked days
Worries become words of you, him, her and us
Laugh, mourn, scream and just keep living.
I am on a journey. Looking for Me. Everyday I get a little closer. The more time goes by the more I realize I'm always changing. This journey could take forever... Renae L. Soler