The locks were off the doors,
and I lacked the skill
to remake them.
A little more time.
A little more attention.
A resilience
that eluded me;
a strength
that
collapsed
within me
and left me
to all those evenings.
Oh, I don't know. We'll see.
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About Me
- kev99sl
- Middle-aged, pipe-smoking idiot who used to think "adventure" meant smoking Cuban cigars and catching out on freight trains from his boyhood home of Riverdale, Illinois. (Now understands that true challenge lies in trying to explain to two [now three; can it really be three?] hell-raising little boys how Darth Vader is both a good-guy and a bad-guy in the context of Christ's grace.)
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