in fifty, one hundred years, two hundred (or more?)
all that may remain is an eroding stone
to someone who once was a me
walking dapper down the street
or hobbling with a cane in the park
or a little boy with messy blond hair...
how many hairs have blown in the breeze?
how many have yet to blow in a breeze?
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
in fifty, one hundred years, two hundred (or more?)
all that may remain is an eroding stone
to someone who once was a me
walking dapper down the street
or hobbling with a cane in the park
or a little boy with messy blond hair...
how many hairs have blown in the breeze?
how many have yet to blow in a breeze?