Truculence
Diminishing recollections
of
my past
The tide slides up
onto the beach
Barefoot impressions
of experience
crumble in the brine
Receding water
leaves a
clear sand slate
Now here comes the
next fool
to dig in his toes
To make his stand
against the waves
of time
Impotent impudence
Man is thy form
Copyright © Nick Pierce | Year Posted 2020
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