Is that not just talk?
The glowing embers of youth
Ebb away into emptiness
The sparkling dreams of old
Now old and whithered with age
The mind once open and wide
Now closed in narrow chasms of age
The day is finished
And night holds sway
Never too late they say
But is that not just talk
Published: Thursday, September 29th, 2011
Filed under: Daily Bread
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