Strands

Sandbone18

In all mirrors now I am aging.

The ashy strands appear at a greater rate.

The hands of father time touching me.

An older building standing but showing wear.

Occasionally will feel a young man's burst.

Mind, body still good as the seasons change.

Reality, my Springer Spaniel days are in the past.

 

  • Author: Sandbone18 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2018 14:51
  • Category: Reflection
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