Tuesday, September 17, 2019

aging

The things are three
   Which I discern
Less easily
   As the years turn.

Three things seem sliding
   From my sight:
The line dividing
   Wrong from right;

Whereto we hie
   From where we've been to;
The needle's eye
   A thread goes into.
   
- Honest Confession, by Phyllis McGinley

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