Becoming Old - Alexandra Hart

[Larry Robinson]

Becoming Old

Like leaves in autumn

The days fall off the tree of my life.

Bright, some — dull-colored, others,

Which makes the brilliants shine.

 

All precious, gathering speed,

While I valiantly try to slow,

Never quite fast enough,

Never quite succeeding.

 

One day, closer, closer, my tree

Will be bare, the branches bony,

No longer dressed in anything

But the memories of my folly,

And those few bright moments that

Make it all worthwhile.

 

	- Alexandra Hart


-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <http://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/attachments/20160107/517135b3/attachment.html>