living only for tomorrow is like a play without an audience.
silent applause
parting is never sweet sorrow
when there are no more morrows
only yesterdays
when life was a play
now the curtain is closed
as the audience goes
leaving only silent applause
without a single pause
waiting for no more tomorrows
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-11-28 at 02:39
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