When You Arrive Late In My Life
i was in the garden
chasing some butterflies
my hat on my left hat
the sun was about to set
you called my name and i fell down
the hill the butterflies escaping free
i rose up to see my whole world change
i am limping but i am happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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