waxing poetic
Aging
As sure
as the years
that drop by.
Frequent visitors, imparting
knowledge,
then wisdom,
then grace.
Forgetting often to
wipe their footprints.
Wrinkles, lines.
Moments
engraved as if
a sense of purpose dragged
them along thin skin.
Pockets of time.
Tick, tock.
Profound.
Tick.
Permanence.
Tock.
Stop.


5 Comments:
thanks for sharing this. it's a great piece of work. i didn't know you were a poet too!
Thanks for reading, Brynn.
Great work...RLB. What brought this on?
Hey Brian. I like to keep my writing here on the light side, but it's nice to be able to share the "heavier" stuff every once in awhile. As always, thanks for reading!
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