Forever seemed so long ago
And now it is at the door
Knocking loudly
Making a ruckus
Because I refuse to welcome it home
A child no more
I must accept the facts
My relationships have not been
What I envisioned in my past
Forever is now present
Kicking at the door
If I let it in, like the drifting snow
It will melt into the past
Returning as my children's
Forever
Will they feel satisfied with
Their past?
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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