i honestly don't know where time has gone
a wisp of wind
a poem, a song
seems like yesterday, a kid playing hard
now i watch grandkids
playing in the yard
the face i see now in the mirror
tired eyes
snow white beard
reminds me of my lot in life
mortality
a place i feared
yet there is a certain solstice
a mountain peak
an acme tall
i will enjoy this new life pinnacle
for i know one day
i will fall
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grain of sand
PoetryA Collection of thoughts and poems from the mind of a retired man. ME !!!
