Old
My past is gone
Disappeared
Like smoke in the wind
Days of wonder
And childhood dreams
Unfulfilled
Have been eaten
By old age
And cast out
Like a hook
On a fisherman’s fly reel
These days
The lake is empty
And the cast
No longer goes as far
As it once did
My days are numbered
And I have grown
Much too old
To reel the line
In
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2015
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