Song Of The Nightingale Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Song Of The Nightingale



Once was a time
I was young enough,
to know and feel the truth

But the years laid claim
to my memory,
and the seeds to every fruit

Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true

Where a nightingale sings
in my dreams unrestrained
—that song of myself ever new

(The New Room: November,2020)

Sunday, November 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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