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A Million Tomorrows Yet To Come

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The Moon

The Moon

You were distracted.
You were tired.

You didn’t have much to share, definitely not in the moment or in the mood.
Same old, same old. Too bad it’s such a chore for you.

It’s a chore for me too, at times.
I don’t want to rise.

Some days I don’t want to do life.
I stay in bed longer but I’m no wiser.

It’s a shame we feel like our lives didn’t amount to much,
As when you asked, ‘what did we do with our lives’?

Where did the yesterdays go?
When did the time pass away?

Now that our age has overtaken us time speeds up yet slows down.
The sun rises, the moon rises, the sun sets, the moon sets.

Noise becomes silence and the silence becomes overwhelming.
Don’t tell me about the noise.

Let’s lose ourselves in our youthful memories.
Let’s remember the melody of today and sing to the remembrance of yesteryear.

I thank you for sharing a few moments of your essence with me.
Until, when we meet again, I find it difficult to forget your absence, your silence.

© 2021 Laurie S Novak

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