Thus Passeth Poem by James Walter Orr

Thus Passeth



Dear words are whispered to us in the present.
Some memories come to haunt us from the past.
The future is a maze to yet be threaded.
Our memories have the only chance to last,
For ere the iron has struck, the ardor cools,
And we walk blindly on, like empty fools.

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James Walter Orr

James Walter Orr

Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.
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