Quality Time

Wasting time
One a cold afternoon
Waiting for the snow to fall.
Futility derives
Anger stirs inside
Eating me away.
Is the dusk I see
Remnants of me
A happy child to all.
Who will I become
In the years ahead
If I no longer play?
Through the door I go
Using time
Walking my neighborhood.

Jamie Morris
December 4, 2007

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