Then and now
- David Skala
- May 5
- 1 min read
Then and now
Different
Yet, the same
Hallo, Mr. Young
The only thing you used to want
was to write poems forever
There were good and bad days
And now?
You should thank Gods
Going on along the way
losing dreams
losing illusions
losing stratum corneum
Bit by bit
How many more years?
Yet
Something stays
Something unattached
Some gentle joy
A self-propelling wheel
still spinning
still spinning
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