December 5th 2020
December 5th 2020
By: Miracle Man
Today,
I sit, drowning in memories of elapsed time.
Time spent in other places,
reviewing vague and unnamed faces.
Remembering times when I was all about doing
and I allotted little time for dreaming.
Then, all was forward looking, as I had little past,
Long before the golden (rust) years had cast their net,
but I digress, reality is now.
Tom
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