one minute I was young and lucky
the next minute so sick and aged
you're only left to wonder
just when and where the gun went off
how far the distances when your legs
give up so just walking down the street
is some journey but one minute the sun shines
and the next minute you're finished as rain
and clods of earth seal this particular sojourn
Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
Friday, May 20, 2016
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