Saturday, August 17, 2013

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The summer morning heat and a clear sky,
Starlings fly, I retreat
To a dream that's incomplete --
Old age makes me obsolete

2 comments:

Jinksy said...

You managed to make me smile at the same time as giving a sigh of recognition at these sentiments. lol :)

Jim714 said...

Thanks for taking the time to post. I'm happy the poem spoke to you.

Jim