And a Poet Sleeps

Crushed memories of yesteryear
Pressed between chapters of age.
Pages full, Of white lace & blackberries.
Moonlit walks,
Holding hands & passionate kisses.
Summers full, of flowers,
lazy days, picnic baskets & rowboats.
Winter brings unwritten poems,
Crushed memories of forgotten years
Too long ago to be remembered in the cold,
hard nights of winter & loneliness.
A life that was not always kind
slips away,
as fingers wrinkled with time
slowly relax, and a Poet sleeps



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