Thursday, August 18, 2011

Gloomy Poem

Probably I already knew

When life's benchmarks began to slip by unacknowledged

When similar, less significant, events years earlier had been boldly celebrated

Looking in a mirror, I could see through myself to things that were behind me

Rooms that I entered began to feel empty

It feels like a window is closing in time and space

Will I monitor the progress of these changes

Not likely

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