Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
'Only In Sleep'
Memories slip and fade and slide away.
Faces I knew once come again.
Cloudy eye's give way to the wrinkles.
Goodbye as they speak at my grave.
Without interruption two shake me.
Looking down with one eye none escape me.
Can I circled in wreaths dare remember.
One cold day in December, you take me.
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