Country LifeA Poem by MarkIn the village where a person was someone and where known was the wall keeping us warm from the strangers come. We were never alone. Now in the city I pass thousands of faces who never see me nor I them, if I try hard not to. A million souls, all walking alone. In warm glow of the big screen we reach for the remote to find a balm that won't cure a distraction that always ends an addiction that will not quite kill; being alone. © 2014 Mark |
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3 Reviews Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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