Time
The winded plain stretches off ahead
Leaving in its trail ashes of time instead
The fire withers and dies
As the afterglow marks its want to die
I wandered on bent toward the setting sun
With each step marked and done
The road marked ahead for me
With plenty left for me to want to be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2024
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