Over The Hill Poem by Laurence Overmire
Over The Hill
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In middle age
you find
the bridges are burned
there’s no going back
a long climb to the top
of a lonely hill
the sharp descent is
quick and foreboding
the road disappearing
in a thicket of lost hope
a dust of memory
choking back
tears.
(Previously published in The Poet's Porch, Sept.2000)
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