Time
Skin wrinkled
lips quivering
eyes still clear
as a boy full of wonder.
We sang
We danced
We kissed
You remember dear
don't you?
Season racing into season;
no reason to think
it had wings like an eagle,
until it landed in a
barren field.
Walker by our musty sofa;
I take your hand
in my gnarled hand
and wonder-
when the last time
will be.
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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