Marbles Of Yesterday
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Marbles rolling around in my mind,
touching memories and images of yesterday.
Playing my mind like a pin ball machine,
with no regard to a sorrowful heart.
Joyfully recalling good times when younger,
catching on barbs of remembering, causing
tears to flow as a memorial of love, lost
long ago in death's embrace.
Marring the view and disturbing the image
into a blur of feeling - a heavy heart
trying to stand alone.
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