Growing Old Poem by Hugh Mitchell

Growing Old



Last winter - did we have snow?
Don't really know
I suppose so.
One year, I know
we had none.
Was it last year?
Don't know - it's gone.
Year upon year
all's one, it seems.
Where did memory go?
Lost in my dreams.

Saturday, May 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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Hugh Mitchell

Hugh Mitchell

Coventry, England
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