An Unsullied View
I was a youth who seldom thought about
the fact that in the midst of life I was,
with each breath, getting closer to its end.
I viewed life as a beautiful clear stream
that never would run dry, eternal springtime,
and lively music written for the young.
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2024
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