Best Decrescendo Poems

The last strains of decrescendo were still in my ears
Dancing at the masque party time flew leisurely on downy feathers
The night was still youthful, the breath enjoying every fragrant inhale
The last strains of the decrescendo were still in my ears

I was jostled to my senses...

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Birth.
She cries,
She stands up,
Learns to say “No”.
She finds friends at school,
Studies, discovers and frets
‘Bout boys, love and the future.
She gets a job, works, finds a mate,
Ties the knot…they try to make a life.

Children come, and the money gets tight.
The everyday concerns rule all.
The kids grow...

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