PASSAGES OF TIME BY APRIL ALGIEN - First published in The Prospector/Front Range Journal on December 19, 1979
As I walk through each passing day
I keep my head up high
awaiting for that whisper of silence
to give a solid reply.
As I wait for love's many passions
I anticipate the pleasures
forgetting life's many worries
to all the right measures.
As I listen for a soft-spoken voice
I make it a point to follow
dreaming that it will all come true
to believe until tomorrow.
As I carry on through life alone
I wonder what went wrong
blinding myself with false hope
to stay in the place I most belong.
As I sing in a silent tone
I see things bright and gay
searching for a life all my own
to eliminate evil in the way.
As I search for a new tomorrow
I wake with mighty power
remembering the moment together
to hold all 'til the last hour.
As I weep upon my pillow
I wipe my eyes to dry
concentrating on what went on
to have the chance to die.
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