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By Steven David Oliphant Lampley
Moon as I
I stepped outside
And the moon caught my eye.
As if an old friend
Was passing by.
It was if he spoke
His words I understood.
He spoke of waining
So still, I stood.
The clouds were hanging
Part obstructed my view.
It was then I saw.
His words I knew.
My last quarter,
Just like his, passing me by.
The haze of mine eyes
Sight slipping me by.
I still have some light,
My last quarter going.
The same as the moon
And time is flowing.
He's disappearing.
He is, so am I.
Hanging in the haze, it
Life passing me by.
About The Author:
Steven's life has been a plethora of varied life's experiences and he brings these experiences to paper.
In addition to real-life poetry, Steven has written for publications such as Psychology Today and Death Investigator Magazine.
His public speaking events are standing-room-only.