Temporary memories
I’ve lost my way in search of truth
whether it be fact or fiction
questioning whether accepting more
correlates to receiving less
As years pass my heart swells
and my eyesight worsens
both troubled by the sign of the times
I’m reluctant to concede to pressure
managing to infiltrate my downtime
whether it be deep in sleep
or quiet contemplation
In the morning I find comfort
anticipating the rising of the sun
whether apparent or behind clouds
july two thousand eighteen
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Such is life. As our eyesight worsens, we see more. The rising sun is always welcoming. Destiny will come. Moments are what matters. 🙂
thank you for sharing your thoughts on this piece and I couldn’t agree more….
Powerful, beautiful reflections. ❤
Thank you for visiting and commenting on this piece, Carol. I’m happy you enjoyed this one!
Age makes us wiser. Nicely expressed… 🙂
thank you very much, Maniparna