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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