The Color Of Summer Poem by Kyle Schlicher
The Color Of Summer
my dreams
are dying,
fading with
the passage
of time
as we know it.
memories bunching up
bouncing
off each other.
faces becoming
blurry,
distorted.
tomorrow
is becoming
a question
that is answered
each morning
i awaken
to celebrate
the occasion.
time is slipping away.
if i concentrate
hard enough,
i can recall
the color of summer.
(3-19-2015)
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: growing old
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