1941
Time was running free.
Time was freely run.
Time was liquid driveling
The drops of my life
Like forgotten butter
Melting on the stove.
Behold the feast of my youth
Congeals in coldness
As I simmer through middle years.
Time was greedy of
Dreams I’d never done.
While time is running down
The dreams forever run.
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