Forget About It (If You Can) Poem by William B. Deutscher

Forget About It (If You Can)



There is a little something
On the periphery
That ruins everything
Or so it seems to me

There is a little nothing
Round the corner way
Just a hint of shadow
Each and every day

There is a fleeting sadness
Slightly out of sight
That always lingers
From the first delight

There is a dying moment
Distant everywhere
But coming ever closer
Whether here or there

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