Today's Old Days by Christopher ShinSwaying and captured by
words that seep and boil
into my mind.
The tea is getting cold,
and I watch as feline
companies dance in their
ambition to draw my attention.
I drag my soul into
memories long gone,
and histories that seem
so obscure to the void.
And yet I write all these
words so that memories do
not fade into the twilight.
I watch with weary eyes
that seem to keep the
youth that first drank
in the sky.
But only my body is the proof
of wrinkles around a discouraged
mouth. 10/25/2009 Posted on 10/26/2009 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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