Every Mornings
For my friend,
James Forte
Now,
when I'm old
and gone through life,
I sit and wonder,
why,
since I was born
day after day
I ran
after ephemeral desires
unremitting…
I'm watching
at the young
and I see
the same run,
the same pass
of their time...
From my garden
of roses,
I hope more
like those who come after me
they will read
at least in old age
these lyrics...
Only the sun
rise quietly
over our lives
every mornings ...
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