“ Pushing Morrows ” ~ he might’ve tasted ~

In child’s hurry

For tomorrow,

He’s made blind

To the measure

He might’ve tasted

Of day’s treasure…

 

All those morrows

Now at sea,                   

A long thin boy

That once was me,

Alas will never see!

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