A Man Like ME
The trees cannot hear my voice as they
stand cold and chilled by the winter winds.
My cry,s go unheard,Forgotten hopes and
wish's lost in the space of time.
A million flakes of snow like white blossoms
fall from the clouds.
I feel no pain as I close my eyes.
A place far far away is waiting for a man
I am but a memory now!
By Wayne W. Bastin