I look at the clouds . . .
Yes they
just float on by –
On their journey to who knows where,
And here, in deep thought,
Am I.
No one has a clue . . .
For all the
reasons I need to cry,
The sorrows of life hidden in me,
And now, brokenhearted,
Am I.
Then tears fill my eyes . . .
Yes there
is a sadness that rushes in –
I think of how time has slipped away,
And here, in this moment,
The end?
Epaphroditus© November 15, 2023
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