Suddenly, One is Old
"The hours pass by with their customary cruelty."
Oh, such perfect line is this! Too bad it isn't true.
In fact, the hours pass unnoticed, cats in hallways,
Silent, thought of only later, once they've gone,
And lives, it seems, made up hours, also rarely
Seem too cruel. They just slide away until they've
Nearly reached their ends.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-10-28 at 22:22
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