The Age That Reflects by Devin Pavlischak/ November 28th, 2015 ©

We’re old men, watching life in nature.

Our faces, my hopes, all abiding by time.

Boney fingers, clenching another hand.

Life together, always a somber smile.

In this hour, grand diamond hearts, made weak.

An end approaches, lovely and sane.

The rest is fulfilling, especially nurturing, tender symbols of life.

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