Lost in the WoodsAnd as IWalked - alone,As ever -Through a scented Wood, I metA boy who Wept his lon
Lost in the WoodsAnd as IWalked - alone,As ever -Through a scented Wood, I metA boy who Wept his loneliness,Arms around The neck of His one true Friend, a mongrel Dog. “Will it Ever end?”He asked, this Younger self. “This Lonely sadness,Will it passAt last?” “Ah, no,”I sighed In reply. “You Will reach out For joy, and Think it inYour grasp. But All is illusion,Hope a slyTraitor to Your heart.”But he, of course,Could neither Hear nor heedMy words across The years… And Walking on, ICame upon aHouse in ruins,Apt metaphor For all those Ruined hopes that Span the years ‘Twixt he and I,Its broken stones,My heart - andHis, that broken Lonely Boy. -- source link
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