Circles by Keith D Allison
Wondering of the mind
Drops of another time
Asked not what your country can do for you
Quiet breath before the journey
The red and green of a distant land
Quiet times on the river before the fever
Meditations of life and death
Longings for tomorrows breathe
Drops of whiskey to hide the fear
Times endless march
The laughter and tears
Circles
Meditations of life and death
The emptiness of so many trails walked alone
A piece of paper marked with age
A stone marked the date May 2012
A class of cognac to mark years
Longings for tomorrows breathe
12/31/2011 Posted on 12/31/2011 Copyright © 2025 Keith D Allison
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Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/31/11 at 10:23 PM Excellent summation as one year ends, and another begins. And, "Quiet times on the river before the fever"...is beautiful yet feels like a weary warning. Thanks.
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