The Middle

November 23, 2014

Silent slumber be my only salvation
When jibber jabber brings infernal frustration

Tiny pin pricks in my heart, my mind, my soul
Looking young so I'm told
Yet inside I feel old

Many many memorious days
Some bright and vivid some lost in a haze

Matters not what now, only what had been
A devilish grin
For  days of playful sin

And the gentle breeze of summer softly whispers into fall
Pigments change like the leaves my spritely walk becomes a crawl

For time will tease me now with its wistful wand
As I paddle on
In life's murky pond.

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