The years turn into centuries.
Centuries will become millennia soon enough.
As the ages pass, their days fade away.

I wonder what it would be like
to live in a distant era.
That long ago time had its own problems.
Today we only know what we see.

My plan for today
is to walk a straight path.

I can find hope in all the small things.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Parque da Catacumba. By Rodrigo Soldon [Image license]