He Opened the Door and Went on His Way
If he were gone who would ever know
Poem Ballade Form (Chanson) — Escape
He silently stirred his coffee
And looked out the bedroom window
Sat for a moment just wondering
If he were gone who would ever know
Would he be any more than an endnote
In anyone’s book of the day
So he put on his best winter coat
Opened the door and went on his way
As the sun fell down in the evening
And the vapors a…
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