It has come to my attention that something terrible is occuring around the world, to everyone, at the same time, and there's nothing we can do about it.
It is apparent to me that we are all slaves to this master, to this cruel mistress, to the tramping beat of this mighty army. There is no escaping the vast power, no running away.
It makes fools of us all. It betrays our bones and drags on our bits and pieces, it weighs us down and casts the first stone of ignominy at our trudging souls. Time wounds all heels, this much is true. Time adds what we cannot taketh away, and the weight of all those memories clogs our arteries and sludges up our brains, polishes off the sharp corners of our youth leaving the dull pewter of our middle age to reflect our tired faces.
not even a boom left.
and so, because I am crabby and tired and don't recognize the person in the mirror most of the time anymore, I offer up another bit of doggerel I wrote in a fit of "something I like to call poetic license" last week....
and very likely this post will be taken down tomorrow, an exercise in nothing but venting of a deep frustration at every day that takes me one step closer to senescence.
If only I,
the clock bound
could ensorcell time,
the racing spin
of past days
Then future tense
as that which might be
one way or more
And now, I think I might actually feel better.