Exit
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.
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