by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 28, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
I have gotten old and grey Wrinkles on my face display Time has passed And alas, that child No longer runs and plays. White hair cascades down my face Leaving passing time to mark me Full, I hope with grace All this happening With the passing of our time. Our despair,...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 11, 2012 | Poetry
There was a time when we were old We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold No remorse for things gone by Only clamour for a sweet Haunting lullaby. Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face Laughing, crying filled with grace No honour lost, no rushing...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 11, 2012 | Poetry
There was a time when we were old We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold No remorse for things gone by Only clamour for a sweet Haunting lullaby. Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face Laughing, crying filled with grace No honour lost, no rushing...