Open Mind

Never Look Back It was the poverty of vision that got to me, the drabness of moving from one home to another. I wanted sunlight, not the dim light that shines from a basement`s kitchen window. Fled, sought other shores. I was not able to escape the ghost of the past; letters went unanswered. The uncle of many children and a father of no one I should have stayed fought my corner from the base of the beginning. It is a sunny day where I live, up North snow falls, I feel a deep sadness of the coward, yet have no regrets