by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA
Dec 2013 574 Views 2 comments
A Yellowed Page
Life a climbing path
Trudging up and down
Roads made of clay
Meandering all around
Full of potholes
Jarring us astray
Out of somewhere
Where I don’t care
Because as always
Becoming aware
Shifts shape over time
Smooth as sand
Makes driftwood
Washed by waves
Hollowed by tears
My macabre fears
Always so behaves
Masked from reality
Because mortality
As old as age
Becoming like
A yellowed page
Trudging up and down
Roads made of clay
Meandering all around
Full of potholes
Jarring us astray
Out of somewhere
Where I don’t care
Because as always
Becoming aware
Shifts shape over time
Smooth as sand
Makes driftwood
Washed by waves
Hollowed by tears
My macabre fears
Always so behaves
Masked from reality
Because mortality
As old as age
Becoming like
A yellowed page
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Posted: Dec 2013
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Comments (2)
An interesting analogy in this one and of course a profound subject. Nicely conceived.
Rob