Long Peoplejourney Poems

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