Ephemeral

Ephemeral 

Today is a present that should be opened with care

because one day for me it will no longer be there

Like my baby curl follicles of hair

or when women looked at me with a lustful stare

Now, all  of my wine and roses days

have vanished in a Akadama plum haze

Unlike, the time I lived on the Avenue named Emerald

sadly, now I know life is ephemeral 

Hussein Ali Hill-Johnson 10/23/18 

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