Years

Age ripens on shriveled vines of hope

In the draught of despair only weeds grow

Desire's bent plough skips across steal ground of time

That clouded eye's regretful tears do little to soften

Dry dreams no longer sprout

Reviews

[MCS]

This is a sober reminder to be present in all we do, think and how we interact with life and others. I’m struggling with the concept of time and missed moments.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your read my friend and the interpretation it is most appreciated