Friday, October 26, 2018
The Last Goodbye
Now, today we laugh together,
Timeless almost, in this raveled sweater,
Spirits still greet in an ageless voice,
Temptations honor this helpless choice;
No exegesis of thy tilde sadness
That renders my heart's emptiness,
We've fallen out like old dust,
Years worn and tattered rust,
Age and wisdom wrought this last sigh,
Shall our love live or shall it die?
- John Hardesty
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