Old Pain
By Don
Within us cries
a desperate child,
lingering sadness
still abides,
painful memories
of sleepless nights,
and buried fear
we always felt,
relief we seek
and do not find,
eyes once full
of youthful joy,
grow old with tears,
we cannot hide.
Monday, September 13, 2004
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