A year passed by tonight
I know not where she went
She may have gone down corridor
And invited in repent
Her glowing eyes, her flowing locks
Were not for nothing now
Destined to absolve my sins
With a frown upon my brow
For most that night, they knew not
Of penitent's existence
Living for the here and now
Noticeable pretence
The present in attendance
The future yet to serve
Fireworks like Northern Lights
In mind to be preserved
But like a dog, so many
Care not what future do
I cannot alter the course he'll take
If destiny be true
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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