Secure Poem by Paul Reed

Secure



I work hard, I think

To what end, who knows?

Certainly not I;

The clock ticks

The sun goes down

The days speed by;



The past I recall

A hazy tableau

Of swirls and drifts obscure,

Was that really me

In those old photographs

When life seemed so secure.

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