Song Of The Nightingale

Once was a time

I was young enough,

to know and feel the truth


But the years laid claim

to my memory,

and the seeds to every fruit


Today is but folly,

tomorrow a fool,  

the past like fine wine ages true


Where a nightingale sings

in my dreams unrestrained

—that song of myself ever new


(The New Room: November, 2020)

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