The Enemy
Time is the enemy,
leaves broken dreams
scattered like dead leaves on the path behind us all.
Time is the enemy,
reaches into our souls and tears out
that which makes us whole.
Time is the enemy,
steals away our smiles
and reasons for laughter.
Time is the enemy,
I punch in the face
and chortle anyway.
Time is the enemy,
I fight day to day and win
every morning that I wake...
until.
Copyright © Neal Shannacappo | Year Posted 2012
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