Burning Out

Some of us were meant to age

of those I am not one

To grace a rocker on the porch

death by zero-sum

 

When youth is gone my will retreats

the candle at its wick

As dreams abate, the moment late

—flowers all but picked

 

(Dreamsleep August, 2022)

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