Future Tears

over the years
are born the fears
of man, of
future years and
unknown tears
for what
we do not know
until they’re here
have come and gone
that’s when all the
tears are drawn
and what of all the years
in between
they are ghost towns
in our hearts
VOIDED
in fear of
future tears

~*~
07/1998

Copyright © 1998 Brenda Barnhart
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