["103 First Floor West first appeared in Poetry On-line, the World's Largest Poetry Society, 2007. It was reprinted in my book, Ashes on the Snow, Createspace, 2010.]
He thinks of dreams he often dreamed In early morn, while yet it seemed The young looked up to him with searching eyes As deep and distant as the western skies, He weighs again the words he wished to say Long before the shadows stole his day And robbed him of the chance to prove Experience, purloined his will to move While tender light mounted waiting sky And birthed small feats to pile high At last. He felt his soul pressing down And shaken to the bowels of barren ground With sobs and sounds of folly fearing Ahead the dusk so fast appearing; No one seeks his wizened face again, But he still swears the time was best Before he reached the final crest. FIRST PLACE WINNER "All Yours" Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand HONORABLE MENTION May 23, 2021 "Most Creative Poem" Contest Sponsored by Juliet Ligon
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