Of Contented Age

by Diane Berardi - Not entered

When age furrows
lines of Status 
in my countenance
and Time,
is of no consequence 
to me on the `morrow,
this Old World and I 
will turn up a crack-mouthed
smile at the knowledge
that these are eternal:
Tide, Time, and Continuity.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-10-04 01:02:07
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:35
Poem ID: 50716

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