Time Is Constantly Chasing...
the silver framed reading glasses rest on the nose of a father
who’s lost in his novel as he sits up in his now love empty bed
he’s living a different life in the journey he’s taking as he absorbs
the black and white words that are full of color in his head
the tick-tock if his dad’s pocket watch is a reminder
that his own time is constantly chasing after him
and on the wall a giant’s silhouette is reading over his shoulder
that’s created by the single switch bulb that has also grown dim
he leans over and pulls down on the string attached to the light
and it swings like the pendulum on the grandfather clock in next room
as the wrinkles around his eyes help to ease them shut and after a moment
his dreams put him back into the journey that he wanted to resume
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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