The Dawning
The Dawning- An Original Poem by Catelin Haight
Time marches on,
Or so I'm told
This Body is young
But this Soul is growing old.
In the mirror of this mind
A youthful face appears
Graying with age
In accordance to its fears.
This life- Just begining,
Has seemed to reach its end
With the dawning of an age
When Old and New must blend.
Time marches on,
Or so I'm told
This Body is young
But this Soul is growing old.
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