Updated: Dec 11, 2020
Of which I love, such a mundane life, you were my fabulous epiphany.
Holding me together so I would not unravel, yet the tears flowed like a river.
For I am not the man I used to be in young days, a bit wiser, but still undecided.
Journeys not taken are experiences not lived, In this I have found my heaven.
But my spirit dies, as does my mind and flesh, fade like shadows of good-bye . . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020