Age
The Train Rumbled on,
A child approached..
“Do you feel your
Age?” a
Question asked in
Innocence as the train
Rumbled on.
If I could,
I would grab
It in my
Hands & send it
In the direction
Of the sunset
Accompanied by
A smile
Time, however
Does not allow that
Luxury.
As it is, I
Guess I will
Smile inwardly,
Peacefully and
Answer
“Not Really”
The child
In me
Toddles on…
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