ART MUSIC POETRY

The Poetry of Michael Langston


(57) WASTED

I fear the ravages of time
Upon the youth that once was mine,
The growing lines across my face,
The failing strength I can't replace;

But most I fear that I shall be,
Through all of time's eternity,
A heap of bones lain in the ground
Where grubs and earthworms crawl around,
Whose sojourn in the world above
Was wasted...never finding love.


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