Time
Time is a massive, moving wall; as tall as it is thick...
You can't go around , or even see over it...
It's a mindless, ever-migrating force, that will and can never stop...
It's an abstract reality with no defined bottom, sides, or top...
The older I get, I am more aware of it's ominous presence...
I will remain defiant till my last breaths as I finally smile with acquiescence....
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2013
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