dinsdag 3 juli 2018
Growing old
looking up to the sky, where an odd star
casts its light my thoughts go back to
yesterday to what we lost to what we gained
memories of laughter, memories of the days
after whenever the time we'd celebrate with wine
the sound of little feet
the sound of crying in sleep, the happyness of
a bride in white children on my knee climbing
a tree
it all seems so long ago, slowly growing old
I smell the flowers of time that grow along the
line of life
the scent is growing stronger must I leave now
somebody's calling yonder walking towards me
he takes my arm
leads me up to the steps someone wept
I didn't look back
(c) JR. 1985
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