Kyle Schlicher

The Color Of Summer - Poem by Kyle Schlicher

my dreams
are dying,
fading with
the passage
of time
as we know it.

memories bunching up
off each other.

faces becoming

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.


Topic(s) of this poem: growing old

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 19, 2015

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