Haze 15 Monday Sep 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in poem, Poetry, Quatrain, Thoughts ≈ 2 Comments Tagspast, poem, Poetry, Quatrain, time that tired wretch, time avoids our gaze makes present past soon now is but a haze Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
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Yes, indeed. My husband has just lost both of his parents in a span of six months, and this is certainly accurate as we go through all their past photographed memories.
Oh, my condolences, heartache doesn’t cover it.