Lions and Tigers and Bearings


Moments bear reflection.
Reflections bear distortion.
The past is never as we gaze.
Reality edited with ripples and haze.
~
Years float by and framed on a wall.
Steps we make to aide recall.
With each step space’s unfilled.
Moving in haste time is killed.
~
In our crypts seconds we save.
The years we take to our grave.
Tomorrows come as yesterday’s go.
Only to remember what we know.

~*~
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