Days of Change

Front porch sitting feeling twice my age
Shoulder, knees and hips, all in pain
Resting after a morning on throwing away
A lifetime of what we tried to save
So goes the days of change,

As a friend sits facing the Reaper’s gaze,
For my situation, he’d likely make a trade
It’s so hard to let go of 
What I cannot save,
So goes the days of change.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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