A poem #65 – On evening’s yawn

On evening’s yawn I’ll be gone
over the horizon with the setting sun,
and you won’t remember me at all.
On the morning’s dawn I’ll be gone
travelling the road until my time is done,
and you won’t remember me at all.

JP Collins

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