Museum of Time
I don’t have a lot, but I've got all I need,
A ticket to enter, a program to read,
A wide winding staircase of marble to climb
As I tour the Museum of Time.
My eyes gaze in awe while I wander the halls,
The wealth of the ages affixed to its walls;
But one missing portrait attests to a crime
In the fabled Museum of Time.
The void is so empty it forces a halt,
A work of art absent from memory's vault –
The graceful aesthetic of Love in Its Prime
Once adorned the Museum of Time.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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