Archive for December, 2011
The lonely road
Heads down the ravine,
Away from where I stand,
To further solitude,
Disguised as a path,
To the bottom of the earth,
Out of reach of the moon,
A path that needs no light,
For my heart knows it well,
Just having been.
By Ryan Gibson
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Was it ever going to be the same,
The people who walked holding hands,
Like our grandparents before us,
Stuck in their soul like the shoes,
They wear from the generation before,
The way of their times of being a man.
As I walk with my daughter,
I can see him in her life,
Inevitably.
The people who walked holding hands,
Like our grandparents before us,
Stuck in their soul like the shoes,
They wear from the generation before,
The way of their times of being a man.
As I walk with my daughter,
I can see him in her life,
Inevitably.
