To find oneself alone at last
With memories of things now past
Of happy days and lazy times
Some foolishness, some silly rhymes
Or moments when tears cannot stop
As dreams we’ve had did a flip flop.
Tis strange how life’s misunderstood
In quite many a neighborhood
But we must carry on, you see
For that’s a part of destiny
The path that each one has taken
Leaves some winning, some forsaken !
Claire V. Bogdanos 