A short: Half Past

The clock showed half past midnight What an hour to be awake There is no security for these later years Seven decades of this Can she finally rest The dreams have died as the years go by Anger, sadness and then acceptance Joy and happiness have long ago been given a new meaning There are … Read More

Another short: Night

#amwriting They sat together by the fire. The sun was just setting in front of them. The end of a long day. He chuckled. “You were too young for me.” She rolled her eyes and dared a half smile. “You were too old for me.” “Did it matter?” “Not to me.” She poked at the … Read More