by Karla Dorman - Burleson, Texas
The old songs
sing the pain
I have seen lately,
penning its
path on my
face in wrinkled lines
of writing ...
poetry
of life you can read.
You know the
lyrics as
well as I do and
sing along ...
our tears flow
together and flow
in measured
rhythms of
collective sadness.
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