TRANSIENCE

the years
go by

and I
left on a barren shore
no more
a child
nor ever was
alas
and sore
but without tears

there was no loss
of what there never was

and torn
in pieces

as one
born
on another shore
beset by fears
of current and wave
too little brave
to plunge into the stream
so wild

to break this arid dream

25th March 1993

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