When time is no longer of consequence…when I’m old.. Bald..bent and grey
When age dances with me…moving to the tunes of a glorious sunset..
So that my fingers are broken and my pen has succumbed to the aridity of impotence. And I am no longer able to write to you how you have been the highlight of this life
What then will you tell the world.. About who I was to you.. ?

©Poetry_Post

Treyv 2018.

a.s

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