December 30, 2020Poem
Another day.
griefnaturemusicmemorytimeidentity
Another day.
Yummy.
There are no roses
Not today
No pennies for your thoughts
No one to see you getting older
As the days go by
Growing old
With no one to remember
What you were like
When you were young
Why worry
The weight of it
Pulls your head down low
Rounding your shoulders
As if you were
An apology
Turns the corners of a
Once sweet mouth
Into a grimace
People come
People go
All they see
Of you is frozen
In time
Set in stone
They pass on by
Without a care
It is no surprise
They miss the music
Still playing
In your soul
No time for regrets
Or tears of sorrow
Even without roses
Not today
As I will give a penny
For your thoughts
And step outside
With you tomorrow.