Last Day Of The Year
By sidewinder
To touch a centered sky grey with the impending clouds ripe with snow, Varied with the surrounding mountains, trees peppered with white, An occasional eagle crying for his mate, And here I am sitting in a cafe, drinking coffee also reading Rod Mckuen's book, Beyond The Boardwalk, It's funny.. here I am an incurable romantic reading another romantic, His words touch my soul, I guess I'm better off here than outside where it's cold, Today... it's the 31st of Dec. Two days from my birthday, Another year has come around and I'm another year older. Jan. 31, 2001Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 04:09 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn contemporary
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"To touch a centered sky..."