morning poem, February 1, 2016

 

 

 

All else may change

But not the rain

It echoes all that has gone before

The golden field, the scarlet door

Have vanished into time’s dark store

But the rain is the same

And it washes away

The forgetting of that one bright day

When we were kings

And went to play.

 

Copyright 2016

 

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