Going, Going, Gone
Arrived alive
departed dead
and the same
may be said
of all who tread
this weary world
of ours
less a milestone
more a speed bump
each Birthday
I perceive
and poetry
is but one way to fill
the waning hours for me
Copyright © Martin Howard Samuel | Year Posted 2025
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