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The days fly by
And soon years have passed, The past which I seem to be caught in. Everyone moves forward But I remain, Stagnant, Unmoving. Why? My youger sister, married; And I now an aunt. My friends married too. Divorced, And married again. I do not ask To follow their steps, but To forge my own. But my feet are stuck In this mire in which I live, This seemingly dead end. And life just keeps Passing me by. Julie -May 15 1997 |
