The Troubled Ones

April 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

In the morning days start light and carefree;
they shake away past events like a horse the bad fly.
At noon they drink a lot and forget again.
But in the evening on the couch,
the couch where they sat the better days;
the evening lists names, dates, and lives away.
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