Aged Mirrors (54) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (54)



Aged years.
We realize
It's never too late for answers,
Never too late for pain.


The weary years.
We try no longer to save anything,
Not even our eternity: the soul.


Around us: the hours' weariness.
Even the light is fatigued
From so much seeing.


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Monday, February 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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