Thank you Richard Barnes 16h. for the inspiration your poem gave this morning.
...a dune of sandy wasted time.
Old age,
feel the strength
not from height or thew, but
By a heart profoundly stirred
by prophetic eyes through and through,
the fullness of the past,
But were we ever young?
Now a prison of weary pain
Dull remembrance of what has changed.
Thrown off the cliff of time with
mists that clogs a future pantomime
when it all ends as the hour glass sands
makes a dune of sandy wasted time.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4578938/a-dune-of-sandy-wasted-time/
