Song of the Nightingale
Once was a time
I was young enough,
to know and feel the truth
But the years laid claim
to my memory,
and the seeds to every fruit
Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true
Where a nightingale sings
in my dreams unrestrained
—that song of myself ever new
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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