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Last of July




Last of July

Last of July,
summer slippin’ away.
Past the middle of my Life;
today feels that way.

Tomorrow’s yesterday.
More is left behind,
than what lies ahead.
Losing count of the days.


The day is hot, sun setting;
cool breeze on the rise.
Feel the sting of lost days,
burning my eyes.

The past has passed,
is past.
Hope is far away,
hope has gone to stay.

Last of July,
summer slippin’ away.
Sun goin’ down,
Tomorrow soon today.


© 2013 ajwrites57



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  1. UnknownMarch 4, 2013 at 1:35 PM

    I do really like this poem. I don't know how it feels to be in the middle of my life, since I'm still young, but we've all been through many cycles of the seasons, and I can feel the sadness of passed time reading this.

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    1. ajwrites57March 5, 2013 at 1:24 AM

      Thanks, Aaron Browder, for you compliment! The passage of time often goes unnoticed, but when one reflects on how much time has passed, a certain sadness does ensue. Thanks again! :o)

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