Contributor: Richard Schnap
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I see men seeking the trails they once trusted
Only to find them erased by the rain
And I hear voices in search of the songs that inspired them
Only to discover their words make no sense
For the roads of life are not graven in stone
They change for no reason like a shifting wind
That alters the landscape until it becomes foreign
As strange as an old friend becoming someone you don’t know
But this is the burden we learn to carry
A world where all things can be taken away
So that the rivers we travel whose currents seemed sure
Can lead us without warning to black blighted seas
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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.
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