grow up

so many

things seen
jazz clubs
songs sung
thoughts bottled
drinks drunk
voices gone
words flung
books paged
phones called
aches felt
tears lost
planes flown
bridges crossed
nights smoked
steady clocks
poems written

days done.

             

Artwork by Charlie Roberts, “It’s Nice That”

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