Time is dribbling..
Your mind is quibbling..
About just where it goes
The lesser left..
The greater theft
Spent sand gathers..
At your toes
Time to call the raker
Says the keeper of the grounds
The hourglass is empty..
And look at what we've found
A menagerie of wasted hours
Tickless clocks
Shriveled flowers
Gather all...says Shadow Black
Ship em out..high water
Pennies on their eyes..for show
It really doesn't matter
All the gathered..stand in line
Nothing but a number
Waiting for the ferryman's ride
Comes...eternal slumber
Someone's next
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2024 07:16
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Comments2
A death! The eternal muse! Well done! Wonderful imagery that really rings nicely together! Bravo!🌹👏
Thanks
You're welcome!
Who's redeeming the time
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