Mid Life's Poem by james watkin

Mid Life's



Who comes to this point, its path's
Onward lure feels pre-planned
Though hard climbed, does bearably
Level off with this land.
Who's own veiled mysteriousness
A fogged, til noon, lifts on.
Dangles with the promise of
A good fruiting season.

Tuesday, May 23, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: path,life,fate,feeling
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james watkin

james watkin

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