John J. Senchak

Rookie (9/9/63 / Wilkes-Barre, PA)

Horizons

In thoughtful recollection of yesterdays gone by
Attentive contemplation of the moments of our lives
A frail structure void of form, these fragile threads of time
And delicate the web of life, events that do unwind

Sweeping past the mortal noon, its chime will go unheard
Immortal is the heart of youth, so miserably undeserved
But then the dusk will settle in, our frailty to display
And spark this recollection of the moments we’d betrayed

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