A Moment of Pure


I sat upon a tuff
Like as if I were a child.
I listen with my weary ear
The words the wind did whisper.
Gazed up to the clouds
Sent my mind to wing.
To cruse among the fowl
And make their cares my own
Untill I'm glazed over with shadow
Cast from tree behind.
The sun it sets for tomorrow,
And starts new time.
Time is never borrowed,
Never stops and never weighs,
But we grow, beg, steel, and borrow
With our schemes and with our games.
So for a moment I'm a child
Nothing you may say
If only for an afternoon
I can feel a bit pure again.

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