Lost

Ink lings

Starving-children

Visions of a faceless being
Emotions stirred without seeing
Stricken children lost at birth
Like wickless candles, without worth
Haunting eyes and bodies frail
The tendrils of my heart assail

Dedicated to all the starving children that will never have a chance

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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