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.
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