“ Yesteryears ” ~ shades of foggy grey ~

The image alters

To blur the scene

I effort reminisce,

Yet barely feel

Its familiar kiss,

Brush the mind

That finds to hear,

A voice given life

To what appears

Be now unclear,

Yet distinct enough

To witness thus,

Time’s cruel crags

Sculpt its regress,

Sufficient to recall

Days no longer near,

I’d so held dear,

While time alas chose

I’m to witness its decay,

Turn shades of foggy grey,

Where archives yesteryears!

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“ The Face ” ~ I see ~

The face I see
Finds a likeness
Of one I know,
Yet ‘tis not clear
What years ago,
Familiar visage be…

Tho beyond score
Plus ten or more,
Enacts days stored
Of steady change,
In time sculpt crags
Upon judged mine,
While a viewed game
Of life’s erratic bane
Leaves me yet doubt,
Held the face I see
Be but of distant mind!