Days of Old

As I remember days of old,
Their complex wisdom is confusion.

I feel healthy as I sing for the day,
The new century is here so I am awake.

The creator has given me many chances.
My mind is closed until I accept a suggestion.

Though I belong to a strange world,
I want to escape from boredom.
I wake up and progress through the day.

W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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