The Sun Will Come Up
The warts are ugly
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing
the hearing gone
But words still call
—from tomorrow’s song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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