Till The End Of The Day

in poetry •  5 years ago  (edited)

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
down all the days of life
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
the wind cuts me like a knife

Age has caught up with me
no longer in my prime
but I will always reach for the firm white fruit
hanging from the vine

I will always reach for it
I'll strain, I'll howl, I'll gasp
I'll reach and reach, and strain and strain
I'll struggle till the last

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