Eugene S.

Paths VIII

Everyone who was ever close,
everyone I ever admired,
have only ever fallen away.

Time is all that it takes.

So what do you do for nearness?
What do you do for comradery?
Will it be available this day?

As time keeps what it takes.

So many have come and gone
on the well worn paths I follow -
the ever forward slippery ways.

Don't fall! For that is all it takes.

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