Dolours
A dolorous mournful miasmic hue,
colors all of my closing days blue,
sweetness of days gone,
that can't be retrieved,
has me missing those souls
whose death left me aggrieved,
life should be lived with the relish of youth,
before old age comes and
confirms cold deaths harsh truth,
mark clear the note that philosophers chime,
get busy with life while you still have the time.
New York City
Copyright © Martin Griffin | Year Posted 2006
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