( Dedicated to Mrs. D.W.S.)
30 days has September Just like the month of June And here you are once again: Like every year you may remember, Waiting for something that soon Will eliminate your wound and pain!
Meanwhile, your life has become Like an old road without turns Or like an attic full of old stuffs That with time, just collects dusts, Things no worth to remember!
Feeling trapped and confused When your past you have refused To totally let it go and as result, Feeling blue and nowhere to go!
As usual, you feel like Really trespassing As though the whole world Were completely owned By someone unknown That you don’t really trust!
Now, you need his permission To cross the boundary Of your destiny which you own And can freely share it with All those who you care for!
Romeo Della Valle © All rights reserved-2018 New York City
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