Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Sands of Time....

Mid Life Crisis

Peering out at the world through the bars of a playpen
want, a bee in the ear then as now but only a mope
would claim a half way point from any vantage
other than inside the top half of the hour glass, footing
trickier by the day, never more alive trying to stay
upright and stuff my pockets and cuffs with sand.   

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