In the closing hours of Day,
When fools make plans
And others Pray.
Thoughts of you tresspassed upon, ………………
The passage of day since early dawn.
flames of loss anew are lit,
Rekindling fires. Of loneliness.
Consumes. The. framework built anew
To force this fool. to face the truth,
There are No Plans , since I. lost you.
T. L SHUFF