I am a discarded deuce
A cigarette butt in the gutter
Water through a sluice.
Sometimes I feel alone
Powerless to act
Like a chance come and gone.
I am a child of lost stars
Alone in a night of winters
Wandering between the wars.
If I gave my heart away
This road would miss my feet
And I would live in yesterday.
Look for me no longer.
I am just an ambling dog
Hoping to grow stronger.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Ambling Dog
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Thursday, September 24, 2015
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