Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

A half of life gone, with the hope of half to go

In some passing afternoon, with arms covered in paint,
you apologized for being tattered, bare-legged and t-shirted.
Yet beauty comes from places wrapped with your effort and
not some shiny display or a fine-feathered hat in a window.
I yearn for added years, but the now never empties into then,
and only more and gloriously hopeful into will.

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