Thursday, February 11, 2021

Fatuous Last Words

 

I  believe in Sunsets,

            Large full moons;

 Happy mockingbirds -

Bright afternoons  . . . 

 

My needs are small   — 

               I’m eas’ly blest

By simple things

               That I know best.

 

Life grows

                    Shorter

                                        Near the

                                        END.

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Debbie said...

...and memories grow longer. Lover reading these poems and stories. :)

February 18, 2021 at 7:19 PM

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