My Own Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

My Own



When I was young,
my edges raw,
my feelings open,
my thoughts my own

Now that I'm old,
those edges scarred,
those feelings transient
—those thoughts my own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2020)
‘Watching The Documentary, ‘Sir George Martin'

Saturday, February 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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