Hard Knock U
Wrinkles and twinkles
Wind colored cheeks
Callused old feelings well hidden
His awareness of life is a tangible thing
brittle as slow tempered glass
The song of a startled starling awing
Or the croak of a frog in a midden
nothing is missed in the tense or the sense
But the knowledge that this too will pass
From life as a boy
He has learned to enjoy
Each moment as if it were last
To treat sorrow as if it were past
and fate however tis cast
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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