At some point, don’t we all have
reason to see
the reality of finality
In the sweeping hands of the clock
time adds layers and weight
And in some cases, it strips away
everything
until all that’s left are bones
It’s strange, the soft clicking sounds
the bones make as they move
a tap, or a click, something…
Something to alert their presence
and remind that they are still here
The flesh becomes thinner, skin…loose
and the barrier of protection that
once existed
Suddenly, seemingly suddenly,
disappears as if it was never there
There are moments, instances, where
the shadow
the ghost of the former self is
visible
The way that it hovers above and in
the fringes
may cause you to pause and wonder
You may begin to question your
ability
to see anything clearly
You may start to challenge your own
perception and skill to decipher
reality
You may simply realize that as life
and its unavoidable reality reveals
itself
That you just want to be a child
again
and that your parents will never grow
old
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