Poems and Poetry

It Gets Old | A Poem by J.K. Durick

I linger less now, but pause quite often
I know I have been here before
Time has taught me that much at least

Things play out again, the outcome the same
I’m watching the first snow and know
What’s next – the driveway, the walkway

I once could play in it, would get my sled
and head to the neighbor’s hill to slide
to glide the day that way, years and years ago.

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