Lifes Work

Letters To A Young Poet

The days have passed

October 21, 2004 — Filed under: mypoems

The days have passed and I am left standing What good is truth when it can not be fathomed What good are words when each one holds different meaning What good is love if it can be passed by like a weary hitchhiker What good is it to know someone and then have them change into someone you do not know What good is honesty without caring What good is personal happiness if everyone in your wake is sad What good is it to just walk away and not look back What good are you to me