An Autumn Woolgathering
Out on the field,theres no teams
My only guess is I'm late
The days to far gone to be early
Come to find out, it's just the wrong date
Just a lone star in the night
With no thoughts to ponder
And no plans for the light
Of myself I'm no fonder
Not sure what I've done
Or sure I want to know
I've forgotten why I asked
Forgot which way to go
As I'm saddened by my failures
Delighted by my gains
Intensely absentminded
Devoid of all my pains
PALLANES 09/16/19
Copyright © Marc Pallanes | Year Posted 2019
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