The Future Ablaze Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
The Future Ablaze
The older I get…
the more exclusive I become
with distant mountains to climb
The older I get…
the shorter the moods swing
and the longer I can laugh out loud
The older I get…
the more vivid the memory
of what we almost became
The older I get…
with feelings that burn, the future ablaze
—the older I get
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2016)
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