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by Robert   Sep 8, 2004


I clinch my hands with the soil below,
knowing I have little to show.
Ages gone without little care,
I find my way back in total despair.
I have seen the world and all it's glory,
but I find little comfort from my story.
Over mountains and vast valleys abroad,
I find if I look in the mirror I am the fraud.
A vagabond I walked from day to day,
with no real place to stay.
Now at my life's twilight I see,
my only hearts plea.
To see once again the love I have lost,
to see the pain that was my cost.
My friend was but another roads end,
but now I have come home to mend.
What I lost so many years ago,
I await to see my family without woe.
My mother, Dad, and big brother's life,
I hope will heal my strife.
I have no dream but to be where I belong,
among those who have made me strong.
Forgive my departure of my past,
for I am at home at last.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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  • 19 years ago

    by shannon

    5/5 good job..

  • 19 years ago

    by Jason Meres

    One "little" thing...
    "knowing I have little to show.
    Ages gone without little care"
    This line doesn't sit right for some reason. Perhaps adding a "so" before the "little" in the first line and replacing the "little" with "a" in the second? Anyway, just a suggestion from an ignorant boy. Otherwise, I liked it very much, well done.

  • 19 years ago

    by AJ

    pretty good. it didn't flow very good sometimes but other then that it was good. 5/5 ~keep it up~

    -no more

  • 19 years ago

    by Maddie

    beautifully written.. you're definetly going on my favourites! i really like the first few lines.. they really stand out.

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