Grounded
I was raised among the autumn leaves
Subjugated to the seasons
And the mirth of the wind
Transfixed by the passing moon
That sad old man
Who claims to be wise, yet utters naught
More guidance I have found from the lonely Lilac
And the vole; and the sympathetic rain
Than I have from Luna
For I am lonely and fear that soon
I too will be the aggregate
Of time and erosion
Copyright © John Trainer | Year Posted 2014
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