Till Then, My Friend
Who needs a heart
That’s buried
Under layers of concrete
You rush
Through your days
As through a marathon
with blinders that keep you focused
Tossing all
Off to the sidelines
Anything standing in your way
Time a most valuable commodity
I couldn’t agree more
Who has the patience for disguises
Or tolerance for platitudes
Devoid of depth and sincerity
I prefer to keep the company
Of notions loose in my own head
My silence is plenty valuable
Hopefully you’ll mellow with age
Till then, my friend
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on January 21, 2020
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2020
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