Slave To Rhyme

Poetry by Lora Frikken

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Sunday, August 03, 2003

Our Whole Lives Long...

It sounds just like a short story,
this one little phrase:
Our whole lives long
isn't so long nowadays.

In what felt like a second or two,
days and years passed by:
Our whole lives long
will end with a simple sigh.

Remembering the good old days
becomes our constant guide:
Our whole lives long
finds us never satisfied.

Despite the victories we claimed,
we never saw the light:
Our whole lives long
is now reduced to hindsight.

Lora Frikken ~ 8-2-03

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