The Sun Will Come Up Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Sun Will Come Up



The warts are ugly
the wrinkles deep

The flesh now sagging
deprived of sleep

The eyesight failing
the hearing gone

But words still call
—from tomorrow's song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

Sunday, August 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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