On the Cusp of Change
He teetered on the cusp of change,
Wanting to make each moment last ~
This flying of time seemed so strange,
He teetered on the cusp of change ~
What would he not do to exchange
his life for harmless childhood past!
He teetered on the cusp of change,
Wanting to make each moment last.
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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