Thirty One Million Five Hundred and Thirty Six Thousand
…ten, so close, but soon it will be over
…nine, it seems each moment’s moving slower
…eight, what a long, lonely, difficult year,
…seven, all the lost hugs and brushed away tears
…six, twelve months of the worst of the worst
…five, it seems each day was sorely cursed
…four, as if life ended in this single set of seasons
…three, without the civility of explanation or reasons
…two, I don’t know how many more seconds I can stand
…one, yet, I still have hope for the next
thirty one million five hundred and thirty six thousand…
01/01/2018
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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