Out Of Time And Out Of Season Poem by DM W

Out Of Time And Out Of Season



O I can never return to winged joys of youth.
All I can do is dig up fragments of Truth.
I can never taste and touch Time's sweet, textured days
Again. Now, I'm no longer blessed by the sun's golden rays.

Saturday, August 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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