Tuesday, March 27, 2007

161. The Old Songs

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 ...
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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