POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS
March 20, 2016 at 9:39 pm 1 comment
Progression
As my years gain numbers
My once youthful mind
Cannot comprehend
This change,
Ponders
The fading past
And wonders
At the future,
I sometimes feel
Like Kafka’s
Roach,
I went to sleep
At seventeen
And awoke
Nearly seventy,
Trying to grasp
The thoughts
Hopes and dreams
As they drift away,
How will time
Treat my questioning
Soul?
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slpmartin | March 20, 2016 at 10:21 pm
I think many of us get surprised by how quickly time has passed…with many a similar question on our lips.