Fading Into Winter
My springs
my summers
are gone.
My autumns
begin to fade
life's winter approaches.
I am old and broken
I feel the icy fingers of age
deaths frosty breath chills me.
How long before my eyes close
with the setting sun forever
I know not.
I will not cry
when my winter ends
I'll depart at peace, with love.
Copyright © Running Wolves | Year Posted 2017
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