Time with a Capital T
Time with a capital T.
How wrinkled are those hands,
that grasp at the slippery knob,
of the doorway of Time –
digging dirtied fingernails into the wood,
to leave splinters embedded in shrunken veins -
assaulting nerves that cannot feel.
And as those tender and vicious fingers,
scratch at the portal that will not yield,
picking a lock that will not obey,
they are met with the voice of the young,
the Poet,
a soft whisper from the other side of eternity,
“I tried to tell you and you would not listen.”
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