The Rusty Years
The Rusty Years
Written: by Tom Wright
March 2015
I sit submerged in my thoughts,
Once again, lost in my yesterdays;
Focused on the man I was, rather than the man I am.
The problem isn’t the changing of those around me,
But that I have endeavored to remain the same.
And time is in lockstep with me as I age each day.
Time is the combatant of all good things.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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