Slipping Away

A Poem by Neville

Slipping Away

Stuck here in my own private autumn

Old friends slip quietly away

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Like leaves from withered branches

Against a backcloth of decay

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There can be no other motive

I have little more to say

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Stuck here in my personal autumn

While old friends just slip quietly away

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Added on June 4, 2017
Last Updated on June 4, 2017

Sometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..