Exit

Written by: William Crocker

Keep me close For time is running out I’ve moved Too far . . . Too fast . . . In the corridors of time. . . . Swiftly . . . I’ve run by the side roads Leading to slow and easy times. I’ve picked no flowers Along the streams and paths, Wasted no time On songs And tales Of travelers along the way. The moments . . . The hours . . . The days . . . The “glittering coins of time,” I’ve spent without a thought. The purse will soon be empty. The "EXIT" sign looms large . . . And grins Above the door That opens its arms to fold me . . . Softly . . . Into night’s dark bosom.