Childhood Imagination Sows Seeds of Future Brilliance
Do not pass this way, my friend,
do not look this way or send
your muted thoughts of sympathy
for all that has become of me;
for I am ghost upon this day;
I do not sing;
I do not pray;
The world cares not, for what, was done;
now darkened windows of my soul
shall not look out
shall be my gaol.
copyright 2012 Niamh Clune.