9-11-2013
Twelve Years
How quickly the day goes
hours slip by
a bell tolls in remembrance.
An arrow of pain
cutting through the workday noise
a voice in despair
struggles to read a name.
The work gets done
the coffee grows cold
how quickly the day goes
twelve years lived from dawn to dusk.
©2013 Noreen Braman
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