Lives Slip Silently By
By
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 start
the story
And we find out too
late
The story trapped
Behind a precious
one's fate.
As Death stalks our hallways again, I wonder at the lives we touch.
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