Along the Bayou, Part 2 of 3



But gates were closed there was no turning back,

For now he had fight for what life had once laid freely on his lap,

Though his heart moaned as he lay his head upon his floating sack,

He knew he must press on sleep was a deadly trap,


For things we have the value we cease to find,

Till one day they vanish for all time,

Then for a glimpse of those moments our souls do ache  ,

Moments when light upon our minds did paint,


A picture etched into our being ,

A memory of what happiness did mean..





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