Mazy Mind
When the mind grows a kind of weary the eyes dull
A sign that at this time one’s life is nearby full,
First reaction to reverse the journey void ‘n’ null
Must be one hell of a task so many mortals to cull,
Reams of questions reasons to debate senses to mull
When told to ready one’s self to join the everlasting lull.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2022
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