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The Gray Headed One
The sky weeps down on my tired old head.
Wrinkles of dusk drown out the light.
Soggy and laggard, I limp slowly by.
The eyes of the city are opening up,
looking for darks early slumber.
Drenched as the night is getting dark.
Seeking dry haven and respite from the nox.
Sadly none to be found here.
The tired old man inside my mind
won’t let go of the besotted dimness.
Dreams become reality when it’s what we choose.
Stars in my mind overtake moons.
Searing light dries the mood.
I wake to the brightness of life,
the gray headed one has perished.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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