Past Tense Poem by Richard Lewin

Past Tense



When I am young
I singed and ran
I carried a scoop
Of yellow sand
About with me
In a chubby little hand

Now I were old
I hums and lingers
About on a crutch
I hears the singer's
Unlikely song

And I cups my boney fingers

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Richard Lewin

Richard Lewin

Saint Joseph, Missouri
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