Thinking About Us
As we cowardly grow old
As we sit nodding as our books sneak to the floor
As we rock and talk of to sleep
Lovely moments we share and
No scarcity of delight grace our face
Four lights flicker and
fade into the darkness
This poem descends
Into silence of stillness
But verses stay in motion
Almedia S. Knight or (ASK)
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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