A Case Of Moving On

The pains of life
are etched across my face,
no longer do I find satisfaction
in some of the things I have done,
and instead all I find is despair.
When I ask myself why
I get no answer there,
only that I should move on,
find pastures green and new.
Let the past fade away,
turn my life around,
discard all the baggage
of the life I once knew,
seek something more pleasurable
and easier on the eyes.
It’s not a case of running away,
but a case of moving on.

4 August 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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