Words by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 25, 2019 | Poetry | 0 comments Words have gone Lost, forgotten, laying strewn Across a uncaring lawn. No time to pick them up No time to remember What has been forgot. Words were said Yet no one remembers exactly Or just what. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2019 Submit a Comment Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ