time, it seemed to move slowly,
events, they seemed endlessly drawn out,
memories fell out of mental pockets
from pants being washed in a machine;
when a young man I was,
time sat beside me,
watching and helping me, as if
I were a puppy out for a walk;
when an old man I was,
time laughed at lost innocence,
tearing away at my soul,
looking for unanswered questions
like a judge and jury might from
a poorly acted old Western movie;
when a mature senior I was,
time slipped through my hands
like water and the wind on a
hot and humid summer day,
looking back regretfully as the
storm moved along its way.
24Aug13
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