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A PASSING SHADOW

A PASSING SHADOW

NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR MY STORYΒ 
ITS SIMPLE AND BORING.

ITS NOT A LIFE OF EXCITEMENTΒ 
FILLED WITH VACATION HIGHLIGHTS,
FAMILY FUN, PICNICS, BROADWAY PLAYS
OR TICKETS TO MUSICAL PERFORMANCES.

ITS JUST SIMPLE AND BORING.

THE MOST NOISE I HAVE EVER MADE,
WAS WHEN I WERE BORN..
OR SO I WAS TOLD.

AND THE DOCTOR HAD TH SLAP ME TWICEΒ 
TO GET MY ATTENTION…

AND SO I ENTERED THIS WORLD IN TEARS,
LIVED WITH HEARTACHES, PAINSΒ 
AND CONSTANT FEARS..

AND LIKE A FACELESS SHADOWΒ 
I WILL ONE DAYΒ 
BE TOTALLY FORGOTTENΒ 
IN THE DARKNESS OF THE GRAVE.

NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR MY STORY,
SO IT SHALL DIE WITH ME,
THE LIFE OF A PASSING SHADOW..
A BLUR OF A MAN
WITHOUT A LEGACY.

WILFORD BARKER.

Β 

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Nine Eleven

It is sad that we are forgotten eventually,Β  tied to this earth in endless karma for our sins. I'll never understand.Β 

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Wilford Barker

I appreciate your commitment..
thank you for your kindness and encouragement Gerard.

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John Prophet

Nice write. I personally embrace the concept.
My goal is to be the most famous person no one's ever heard of! πŸ˜‰
JP

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Wilford Barker

I do hope you are well my cyber friend.Β 
I haven't been on for a while.Β 
Dealing with a little turbulence now..
Thanks for your comments.Β 

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