The Edge Of Then

I often visit
the edge of then
to think my time
and wander in a careless way
through faded sights
of what is no more.
I touch the vision
I played as a child
and listen in an echo den
to foolish sounds
and think my time
in an old man way
of how I wander
on the edge of then.

© Coastpoet

 

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