The empty room: open door
Ready to be filled with
Bright happy faces
Memories of events gone by
Souvenirs of places.
Shades drawn darkly --
Want for sunshine
Need for laughter . . . singing . . .
Someone kind.
To laugh, to cry,
To hope, to wish,
To live, to die
No one to talk to
No one to love.
Open the windows
Brighten with laughter
Open door; empty room --
Darkness prevails --
But why?
(20 October 1980)
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