Gone
Where has it gone?
The spring of our youth...
The autumn of middle age rapidly steals away our mobility,
and the harsh winter of old age pounces on us like a cat on a frightened mouse.
We have so few moments on this earth... Like dandelions in an open field,
we sway in the breeze for a few days, and then we are gone.
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2014
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