Daydream
Out of abject immortality
And into furnace gold.
Walking slowly without a good friend
Among descending roads.
Drooping heads are dropping dead
Beneath my very eyes:
All that pain I’ve come through to get here
Is only children’s lies.
© Joseph Tradescent
Poems
Sleepless Nights Collection
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