Another Year Older #poetry #age


moving forward speed ever increasing


too many miles per year

wrinkles show the wear

 I would like to stop

sip sweet  spring’s nectar

before fall’s clock becomes my winter



7 thoughts on “Another Year Older #poetry #age

  1. __Moonie… each day is a gem in our memory bank, so well written by you. Leslie, “before fall’s clock becomes my winter” your grand line reminds me to >not< live in accordance with the clock. _m

    We've made it this far
    as thus we are;
    if we give to each day
    before it speeds away,
    new days will return
    the time we yearn.


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