Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Now

My memories are fearless,

Now.

Now that no one lives

Who shared them with me –

Who could have had…differences.

They’re all mine now, my pretties.

 

As Mr. Death clear cuts ranks,

Damn.

Damn life leaves too soon.

My summer dims and chills.

But, as with my aging body,

I make accommodations.

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