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A Stitch In Time
EB (21/10/87 / )

A Stitch In Time

hands wrinkle before my eyes.
i turn them over,
palms facing me.
time passes quickly,
a decade in a second,
a memory in a moment.
i curl up and cry
as i wither
and die.

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Comments (2)

Elsa, you have captured how I often feel...but I am old, and you are young. Good job getting inside someone's head (or hands?) . You didn't waste any lines on trivialities and I admire that. Raynette
dear elsa good lines time passes quickly, a decade in a second a very good poem.