Moonlight Sonata
I'm too smart
For my own
Good I know
That I won't
Change my ways
I'm too old
My best days
Are like waves
But they broke
And they've rolled
Back to sea
Sunlight fades
Over me
As it's goes
I can't be
Regretful
About things
That i chose
So I hold
My gaze toward
Purple Skys
Staying gold
Head held high
One last time
Right before
Darkness swarms
I close my eyes
On the shore
When I open them up
Moonlight shines
My shadow
Grows in size
Copyright © John Conde | Year Posted 2019
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