Jason Whitaker

Sunday, April 02, 2023

Tall grass, tall trees,

highway between

with signs pointing me home.

Years pass and I am alone

with memories of times gone

like a sad song these memories

stuck in my mind

find things I thought forgotten

now written in my history

as rhymes in time

never read aloud by anyone.

I keep to myself,

these things no one cares to know.

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