Stuck in the middle alone

In between birth and death
youth and old age,
darkness and light,
the words on the page

A former home
and a place to lay your head
the office, the playground
the road and your bed

Winter’s ice and summer’s heat
a decision made and a fait accompli

The first and the last
chained and free
Laughter, tears and a final decree.

 

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