Summer’s ease had run its course
Granules of sand slipped through our fingers
Like the tight waist of an hourglass
And there you were a whole year older
Still silly in your wizened years
As lofty as a breeze you moved in and out
Of our lives always nearby but rarely
Present or pleasant for that matter
Smiles of indifference and smirks of tom foolery
And the leaves began to change
Goodbye to yesterday, and good day to you sir
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Who I Am
PoesíaCollection of poems that speak to the human experience. Love, heartache, bullying, writing, find the record of the event here! Embrace what you know, leave preconceived notions at the door and unwind with Who I Am.
