FebPoWriMo 14

So many years 
Blent together 
Indistinguishable 
One to another 

Hardly given 
A second thought 
From day to day 
Lives inauspicious 

The present spent 
Recollected reckoning 
How to wake up 
Years still blinking 

Eyes closed in spite 
Of the weather 
Better to open 
Knowing you are there