Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2009

Another weight dropped,
As life unfolds. I suppose
You’re supposed to bear it
With growth, sometimes
It feels more like holes.
As light seeps through a
See-through body that froze,
I wonder how it gets so cold?

They say that it’s Atlas
Who shoulders the globe,
But I think it’s more
Than his burden to hold.
These scars will heal,
Though they won’t disappear,
Even as I grow old.
To dull the pain,
A midnight stroll –
Yes, it sure can
Take its toll.


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