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Still Faces: Ghostly Place (poem)

By Horace Coleman

Here:
Friday night.
Street lights bright
Hearts seemingly light.

There: Sunday pages list ages
(too young)
And rank
(usually not much).
COD/POD
(wrong time / wrong place).
Branch of service
(which shoemaker's elves corporation).

Here and There:
People laugh, shriek and whine.
Grumble, mumble, curse or
worse, stay silent.
Too much of the time
frivolous and too serious
feelings and thoughts chime.

Everywhere:
Every one's yearbook
isn't worth a long look.
The weekly tally is an alley
you don't have to walk forever.

Flip the script and slip
away from the scene of
what shouldn't have been.
It's just a little war and
who cares about the score?
Victory is breathing more.

A life time's as long as you live.
Use all you can give. See, savor
and soar. There is no more.