Thursday, May 1, 2014

Lives Slip

Lives Slip
Mollie Lyon
Lives slip silently by.
Who knows what's
behind that hollow eye,
in dark recesses
lie past successes.
Gray heads bent
troubles for a time lent.
We can't see them now
under that vacant brow.
A sketchy obituary
read in the paper
tells some of the story,
but then it's late to know.
We can't reach in.
Sometimes we can't begin.
No one around to tell the story
and we find out too late
the story trapped
behind a precious one's fate.

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