The Days Poem by sean alexander
The Days
The days grow old with time
The days are only in my mind
The days are growing very old
The days have become so dark and cold.
The days are moments that are so numb.
I don’t know what my days have become.
Once with happiness, like fire they used to burn.
Now there’s sorrow around every turn.
Looks like these days are here to stay
Now happiness has gone away
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5/2/2024 5:59:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'The days are growing very old The days have become so dark and cold.' Nice and touchy 10+