Life has left me Old before my time. Nothing more than a collection of memories, thoughts & rhymes.
Love has left me Wilting while I bloom. A lifetime of abdications & abandonments have settled to dusty unused gloom.
Time has left me roughed up & wise. Dealing me blows to toughen me up…to make me rigid against the world’s lies.
Circumstance has left me bereft & bare. My struggle is my own. There’s been no line at my door to give it any care.
Humanity has left me bewildered & lost. Singularly talented artists of love & hate…Gladly disseminating to others the cost.
L.B.Stowe 