by Adam Smith

Created on: May 14, 2009

My Back Porch

Is where I run to hide

To escape the threatening world inside

Life has passed me by

I am no longer welcome in my own home

The outside world beckons me

Calls me on to roam

Yet I cannot leave my back porch just yet

So I will look out

And remember the promise I made

That I will never forget

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