I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
A Still Walk
I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
A land of ineptitude.
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