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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