Thinner Grows The Silver Cord As We All Age Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Thinner Grows The Silver Cord As We All Age



I struggled with the old and with the new.
I struggled,
Through the dreams where you were you.

And as we all as one have seen it through the
Corners​ of our eye's
and turn our head we catch a glimpse then it is gone.

Kind things left unsaid, that form the ring around
Our beds,
But only when we sleep can we here the words they
Speak.

No effort do you make when deep in sleep, they are
Free to come and go,
Two bright eyes deep inside a shadowed face,
When fixed on me without a name.

Without your faith can I be true, without your love
To make it new.
In my dreams of what I see but what of you?
So much thinner grows the silver cord as we all age.

Friday, April 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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