Broken Glass
Sitting on this broken glass
I see reflections from my past
To wonder through an hourglass
Time is falling much too fast
Through broken fingers.
Seeing is believing
Where and when
Deceiving
Much too slow, I wonder
Freely to and fro
I mustn't die
To see tomorrow.
Until then
I see a basket full of woes
Friends and family are my foes
Listen now, until the end
Of stormy seas.
1-24-10
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