Life has lost
its luster.
The trees have shed
their multi-colored leaves,
now languishing in shades of gray.
Looking back
begets a painful reminder.
Looking forward
leads me closer to death.
Standard time
has deprived me
one hour of daylight.
My father once told me
“Son never grow old.”
It was his way
of saying
he loved me.
Ben Rasnic currently resides in Bowie, Maryland. Author of four published collections (three available from amazon.com), Ben's poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize.
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