Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I've got a brother in pain
A sister whose tears wash away our name
These were not the days of our youth, the days we loved best
But as we grow older and settle restlessly into our age
We know time as unforgiving for what was best


Old Ollie said...

just keep writing these tight prose poems SC

these temporal rooms said...

passing of time. how the present rears its
ugly glare, keeps us there.