The Fringes of Happiness ~ Robert Earl Reed
Out On the fringes of happiness
Destination number nine
She cradles her sanity
In the arms of muscadine wine
Her time of blossom faded
From her seeds there grew
The childrens children to carry on
Now Alone she floats on through
No more dances the recital hall is closed
Waiting in the wings with Loneliness
All consumed by Regret for the way she chose
only a mirror to hear her confess
Blinded by the starkness
That life so surely brings
The temperance of her memory
Is her only joyous thing
On the cusp of eternity
Out here in the Emptiness
Dwelling alone to the beat of the endless days
on the Fringes of ....Happiness....
Out On the fringes of happiness
Destination number nine...........................
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