"Growing Gray"

by Jeph Johnson

 

I feel my beard growing gray,
Hiding wasted nights and days.
Beneath it was a smiling face
Until delight was put to waste.
Now downcast and without faith
I sink into a depressed grave
I breathe my last and contemplate
How love to me has come too late...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1999

View daddyo's Full Portfolio
tags: