Nothing Profound
Eighty years and not
a solitary thought,
but to bale the hay
for the Lord of Day,
and blow out the light
for the Lady Night -
now, I've nothing more profound,
than to crumble in the ground.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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