To Bottle the 'Perfect Day'
Spring is gone, Summer’s fading
in Fall's vanishing leaves, we are wading
Winter seems a long way off,
but storms soon will rage, exacerbating …
Oh, let’s just ‘bottle the perfect day’
seal us in, forever to stay
Yet perfection withers, growing stale
absent change ~ its bottle a jail
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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