NO COINS FOR THE BOATMAN…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

 

It has receded like
the waters at ebb tide.
It has slipped through
our fingers as easily
as coins
through the grasping hands
of a drunken beggar…

 

The Gate to the Garden
was open to us
with all its infinite mystery
and happiness,
but we walked on by,
hoping in vain
to find a better way…

 

 

THB3

 

 

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