Alone in the Folds of Time

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    Alone in the Folds of Time

    Time running away from us now
    Something you cannot hold on to
    Incorporeally passing, impossible
    Nothing to grasp and keep
    Nothing to claim as yours
    Life takes it slowly but quickly
    Life like an always pulled rug
    Beneath your feet residing

    Slipping away like none other
    Things to be gone forever
    Leaving us older and dying
    Leaving us abandoned by the future
    Alone in the folds of time
    Lonely in the last wisps of life
    Whispers of age crossing your face
    Memories are all we really have left

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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