Abandoned #ThursdayDoors

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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

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