are fine when you are young
and time is far away
like a dog you are training to sit
following your commands
to fetch memories like a stick
but that only lasts
into your 30's
then you turn around
and are face to face
with a wolf
who wants the meat of your days
under slowly dimming autumnal stars.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Those autumn stars show that we are going to make it to winter.
My favorite time of the year.
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