Toot, Whistle, Bang, Harrumph
Toot, Whistle, Bang, Harrumph
Short days turn into weeks
months melding into years
ever endless changes
the numbers and the fears
new things growing older
wisdom’s elders cast aside
for aging is the future
youth cannot abide.
John G. Lawless
12/29/2015
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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