Mists Of Aging Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Mists Of Aging



mists
mists of ageing
yet
there's comfort
the brain turned
from doing to dreaming
from the fire of youth
to sobering thought
after thought
and
to thought after thought
of graves
and of tombs
and of cemeteries

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