The Great Escape Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr
The Great Escape
Dark night now is calling, calling,
Teary eyes that can hardly see;
Lonely road that's going no where,
Cold rain is falling blindingly.
Lonely man is running, running,
Escaping from reality;
Alas, you are gone forever,
Taken so quickly, snatched from me!
So, now I am driving, driving,
Destination, I just don’t know;
Without you I’m dying, dying,
I just love you and miss you so!
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4/26/2024 7:06:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sad and touching poem, wonderful crafting, a heart grabber here for sure! ! *10*! Best wishes! Friend Thad