Looking
at the flowers on the wall
As
I heard yesterday call . . .
Memories
are somehow forgotten
Like
apples on the ground rotten –
The
storms of life now fade,
As
time becomes another charade!
I
stand and look over a corn field,
And
this sadness won’t yield –
What
I’ve done can’t be undone
The
bell has already been rung!
I
participated in it all . . .
And
now, it’s a heartache I recall!
Looking
at the flowers on the wall.
Thomas
Theophilus© May 25, 2026
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