Timeless Poem by Kayla Clark
Timeless
Late nights
The echo of guns
Reaching new heights
We are the reckless ones
Twenty, now twenty-one
The chaotic oasis is lost
Responsibility has won
The bridge of adulthood is crossed
Children run around me
Ringing bells of laughter
Pain reminds me of my too-hot tea
Patience is acquired long after
Sixty, now sixty-one
Withered hands flip printed pages
The web of age is spun
Yet the youth in me rages
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