Nothing Else Is New Poem by James McLain

Nothing Else Is New

One moment when the dust today
Was flung against my upturned face,
I felt the winter's breath convey
A dream once mine in childhood's place.

Yet though I walk a farther mile,
The dream returns, unchanged in hue—
No sadder now than all the while,
For nothing else is ever new.

Thursday, February 27, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,dream,winter
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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