The last quarter.
As the season wears
I find myself
Falling deeper in despair.
Far away my mind
And spirit drifts
Sucked in by
Solitude and emptiness.
No noise, no response
Just barrenness.
I should have opted
To have children
Who would have
Laughed at my side.
They could have caused
Me pain yet they could
Have brought me smiles.
But most importantly
They would had carried love
In their lunch pails.
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