Monday, 10 July 2017

Poem: The Tired Years

The tired years are here
Seemingly forever
Soak it in, they say, it goes so fast
But seconds draw endless
Lines towards dusk unseen
Where stars glitter wishes
In a night sky only for
Young lovers and reflecting elders
For those in the tired years are fast asleep
Only to be woken for a bad dream
Or glass of water

©Jordan Hageman 2017