My Years Are Coming On Poem by Gert Strydom

My Years Are Coming On



My years are coming on
and some of my words
are gone from my mind
never to return again
and still I have not
said my best words yet,
but still sweet words come to me.

Every day my hair is
turning more grey
and when I want
to determine the sum of my life
and find the meaning of it,
it’s like a hurricane
that twists away from me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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