While the old songs were playing on the radio,
I remembered sad times that are long gone.
I was surprised by the feelings they brought out.
Suddenly, I was lost and alone again.

Later that evening, I remembered the joy of life.
The songs I love lighten my spirit.
They are a flag blowing in a summer breeze.
They remind me of a kiss from long ago.

The words I have been writing are fading away.
The notes I chose are weak and impotent.
The mirror I hold is cracked and dirty.
Will I ever be able to run the race?

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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