Now, Now Poem by William Coyne

Now, Now



Rivers I traveled for many a year,
then wide and deep, now shallow I fear,
more narrow than I remember,
trickled to creeks of early December.

My boat, long rowed, leaks on the shore.
I stroll the banks, not too much more,
gaze down the hill to watch the waters widen,
strewn with young rowers charmed by Poseidon.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: old age ,remembrance
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William Coyne

William Coyne

Chicago, Illinois
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