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
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