I fear my countenance now has changed,
the wear and tear of life has stained
my skin-
within
the cracks grow long,
what once so strong
now wounded, bleeding
as my soul pleading
begs for release from
time’s relentless march,
the Minutemen beat at the door,
I ask for just a moment more-
or two
with you.
Where were we when
began the end?
Why did we sneer
and jeer,
the thought that all might end
and no longer could pretend
still called this life so real..
I feel,
I feel…
abandoned.
Future is but a memory
and past has long forgotten me.
But this sweet moment
here and now
etched on creased
and weary brow
will for eternity be pressed
in memory’s book of
happiness.
CKP Copyright words and photos 2019
Dreaming Reality 
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