Memories of the
happier past,
surfacing
as now, walking
in winter darkness
with a sole, old dog,
(so many loved ones
abandoned and dead),
give us an illusion
that things
could be good
again, that
time could rebound,
lost regained, and
thus we get
just enough strength,
amid the long shedding
of what was life,
to go on
until the natural end.
04.01.2023
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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