the years
go by
and I
left on a barren shore
no more
a child
nor ever was
alas
and sore
but without tears
there was no loss
of what there never was
and torn
in pieces
as one
born
on another shore
beset by fears
of current and wave
too little brave
to plunge into the stream
so wild
to break this arid dream
25th March 1993