Burning Out
Some of us were meant to age
of those I am not one
To grace a rocker on the porch
death by zero-sum
When youth is gone my will retreats
the candle at its wick
As dreams abate, the moment late
—flowers all but picked
(Dreamsleep August, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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