A Books Final Chapter
A Books Final Chapter
Written: by Tom Wright
6/19/2018
I’m like mown hay, dry, and awaiting the baler;
Summer’s luminous whisper is long past,
And aspirations no longer linger on my horizon.
Since surviving the “Widow Maker,”
In thought, I now retreat to a yesterday,
When days were filled with new car smell,
Everything tasted like soft ice cream,
And occasionally, I believed a flecking of brilliance,
Would ooze from my mouth;
Today finds me quietly anticipating,
And patiently awaiting, my final confrontation in life;
The twilight of life precedes the closing of one door,
But also the opening of another;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2018
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