The missing pieces- Part one


The missing pieces

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad."             

                  Missing pieces….

On paper with black ink and thoughts. I try to replay the days of drunken bliss and delight. Today like a worn-out cushion. I wait for no-one. When age was my wealth. I wouldn’t ransom for soul for a few dollars and safety in old age.

Today I’m barren in hope and dreams. I try to re-kindle hope and the energy of my youth. I can’t find the pieces of what I was. When I was young. I didn’t want to get old. At 39 years, leave the tire body was my goal. Today 63 years had led me to a…

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