Time

Time


A fine Line here

a few Grays there

the Mind ensconced in a failing ship


A dirge played by every Joint


Hope and Dreams endlessly tumbling out of reach

as Responsibilities tangle under the surface


Opportunities sink in the muck


The inverse between 

Youth

and 

Value

still clinging to what we once were


The slow degradation of Time


Now buried under

what’s left behind

a Memory

a Thought

a wisp of Legacy


scattered by waves of Forever

Published by Jill Robinson

Speech-Language Pathologist. Writer. Athlete. Wife. Mother. Animal lover. Not necessarily in that order.

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