Sitting In Echoes Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting In Echoes Of The Past



Mirror close, seeing the wrinkles of senior years as they stare back from reflections of lines that seemed to have come over the horizon.

All measures being seen are quietly disappearing, being dispersed into a cloudy outdoors tonight, no chances of showers, sitting in echoes of the past, a lasting monument of what might have been.

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