Oh we do see the autumn of our lives
each season holds promise to the wise,
ah, to breathe sordid remnants of summer
where twilight body bathed in hot slumber
Now to wander in the mind inside a travel
on sunsets and rises we felt could unravel.
That perseverance such is humanity fierce
that will always sing its harmony in verse.
When does love on this earth become sweet
how silence in the rain may venture in sleet,
yet still do our eyes have wells, a dignified cry
would we let a mist cleanse face in gray sky.
An ashen wind in the west a foreboding scenery
while our sacrifice weep, sweet is aging silvery.
© Thom Amundsen 9/12/2020