Time Marches On
Original Poem
whose face is looking back at me
is it my countenance that I see
mirror cracked with age
reminder of what used to be
the visage now the fates decree
life, another page
Last Line Poem
Life, another page
Today becomes tomorrow
We hardly notice
Until more yesterdays seen
Than tomorrow’s sunrises
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016
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