My Weathered Deck
My Weathered Deck
At this time through which I am the lead
With days flowing out from behind myself
I am using a much slower life speed
And see my history books lined up on my shelf
As the things of the past I no longer need
A trade wind blows across my weathered deck
I see pictures scatter through my over filled head
This year I’ve been apt to stop often to reflect
How my steps have used a lot of life tread
Now I’m worn on the edges, an earthly project
The stage is set to leave without much trace
Years click away faster than my memories can
I notice how I resemble someone else’s’ face
Designed by lucky fate or a unique master plan
With twilight comes a slower spool with my grace
written 5-15-2020
Brian's Choice J- 1st place
Thank you Brian...:D
Your best poem 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton N/A
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