Ennui

Trenz Pruca

 

Watching blue mold on bread grow,
Spring rains, Summer’s glow,
Autumn leaves go floating by,
How many days before I die?

 

Some reap and others sow,
Some the whole world’s knowledge know,
I instead just sit and sigh.
How many days before I die?

  • Author: Trenz Pruca (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2020 16:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Michael Edwards

    A question that comes to us all from time to time - fine write Trenz.

  • Goldfinch60

    Not for a very long time yet Trenz.

    Andy

    • Trenz Pruca

      At my age all we have left is hope and a smile now and then



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