Age, Tis Left You Poem by james watkin

Age, Tis Left You



Age, tis left you, not I, not just yet
This pathway to pursue.
Veering off now, retrospectively
If not more cold, misty.

Onward this caned and wobbly stepping
In gusts, of autumn hue
To what, for youth, thought likeliest.
Straight, swift, upglows best.

Saturday, October 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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