Demons. Memories. Nightmares and dreams.

Life’s luggage to carry? Or at least it seemed.

The path left untrodden. Yet to be found,

So where was I heading? Where was I bound?

~ ~ ~

A life of crime? Not someone’s first choice.

I should’ve listened to others, NOT! My inner voice.

Five decades, no more. Time to sweep out the old.

I WILL make a difference, before I go cold.

 

David Breakspear, 2019.
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