Time
“Time is money”
“Time heals all wounds”
“Time is what you make of it”
Truth, somewhere in the ticking
corridors we daily and nightly
transverse (Poe said brightly
and dimly dreaming) -- ticking echoes of
walls man does not see beyond
without visual aids of Faith...death
the sign of exit.
Time is a game of Hide-n-Seek.
Life may not be the only conscious
player….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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