Distant Things
As setting sun and last refrain of song.
my life but one melodious lost note.
In retrospect, the journey not so long,
those distant things now seem much less remote.
In life so fleeting, time now to prolong,
filled with lines to write, never to be wrote.
Farewell tomorrows veiled expectation,
for distant things whisper for salvation.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
6/8/18 ©
Form: Ottava Rima
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016
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