By Aarron Mondello
5/1/2018
The new Year has started much the same as the last
Filled with hopes and dreams and sorrow
And tainted with shadowed memories of past
Desires I held for all my tomorrow’s
And already I feel the days go too fast
And end with a resounding echo
That is a projection of what I cast
Ever forward into my tomorrow’s.
©Aarron Mondello
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