Friday is like scattered leaves...
a week of rainy days means procrastination has been at an optimum....
the nigh weekend is like a sense of hope
that sunny changes may emerge with a new dawn...
I cannot forget the little boy
homeless
using the light of Mcdonald's
to complete his homework
it seems
that homework
gave his life meaning
and I couldn't forget the fact
that he treasured his one pencil to write his homework
he kept it close
to his rosary beads
I cannot forget
the old lion
touching the earth
and seeing the sky
for the first time
I cannot forget
scattered leaves
keep the spirit
alive
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