Best Defrauding Poems

The ashes of the years diffuse in dust,
Their motes exuding mauvish glow
That alters gray to black.  But I’ve no trust
In Time, that cut-purse thief, who robs us so.
For, grave ward borne, my gathered decades shorn
From off my limbs, my soul but cuts adrift
And cheats...

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The ashes of the years diffuse in dust,
Their motes exuding mauvish glow
That alters grey to black.  But I’ve no trust
In Time, that cut-purse thief, who robs us so.
For, graveward borne, my gathered decades shorn
From off my limbs, my soul but cuts adrift
And cheats the...

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