A poem I wrote on December 31, 2017, while contemplating the end of the year and the eventual end of us all. All rights reserved.
Where has the time gone?
Although some days I feel that the lack of wrinkles on my face betray the plentiful weight of my soul,
I am at that age when the world feels fragile
Where does the time go?
Does it take the hands of the dead
And escort them to the next life
Always remembering to turn around
And come back
For more and more of us each day?