Sunday, October 18, 2020

EVERY DAY

 

         The cauldron bubbles below

Hungry for my old body

with painful wavering legs

Balancing on the tightrope

Stretched across the bottomless

 

Brief respite lies ahead

On the too narrow ledge

Of my lingering life

Before I must return

To the daily journey

 

In my youth the path

Was broad and inviting

Leading to spacious

Grassy rolling hills

With beautiful views

A suggestion try my novel, BEN CONNOLLY in the PARIS COMMUNE, on Kindle

 

 

 

         

         

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