The Departure of Time

Where does time go?

Does it hide in the wrinkles

of past smiles?

Does it lurk in the creaking

or your joints?

Does it lie imprisoned

in the square black and white cell

of an old photograph?

Does it camouflage in the clutter

accumulated in your abode?

Does it labor between the gears

in the watch on your wrist?

Does it cry out to you in the night

from the baby’s crib?

Does it stare at you from your own eyes

each time you look in the mirror?

Does it rattle around in your head

echoing louder with each new year

asking the same old question

where did I go and

where to now?



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