“30”
Thirty years on,
and I forget my age more
than fret over it.
Steve D
Thirty years on,
and I forget my age more
than fret over it.
Steve D
So, too, can one soul
Buffet those they encounter
To ripple an age
Steve D
Thus is one person;
A mote of dust to an age,
Lost in life’s current.
Steve D