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Why The Wet
Eyes
Sitting remembering
All his years,
All the laughter
All the tears,
So he said
When I asked
Him why
The wet eyes,
Who would’ve
Guessed
I’d be all alone,
Calling the street
Home sweet home,
Once was gifted,
Once was blessed,
Now what you see
Is all that’s left.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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