#1777-Here
12/06/2022
Some days I look around,
Wondering what it’s all about.
No answers come to mind.
At least none that satisfy.
And yet I can no longer deny,
The seasons, or those,
Who have passed.
Like a faded picture,
Within me they reside.
But I can’t dwell there.
It’s not time yet.
For something,
Or someone special,
May tomorrow arrive here.
