Everything has passed me by; I yearn for unseized moments. I think more of what has passed than of what will be. High expectations of youth have given way to sad acceptance. My life has always been and will always be uneventful: a series of life events.
tomorrow creeps in
day by day …
the joints
of my memory
age and ache
I'm not happy; yet I'm not looking for happiness.
tomorrow creeps in
day by day …
the joints
of my memory
age and ache
I'm not happy; yet I'm not looking for happiness.
Haibun Today, Vol.,3
