A Funny Thing, Perception
A funny thing, perception
Up the hill towards twenty-one
The dawdling clock seems never to run
Only its movement belies deception
After twenty-five, an odd exchange
No pace of a sluggish plodder
The downbeat of the tread is hotter
Daunting milestones within range
Now, the fleeting measure races
Seasons trade with reckless flurry
The ticking gallop leaves me blurry
To arrest this sprint, my mind chases
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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