Old man time.
He  calls the shots. He knows all there is to know. Pipe pressed against his chalky lips and weathered brow.

Musty smells in the forever forest

That’s where he lives. Old man time. 

He calls lonely souls to sit  and drink with him. To while away the hours before the final curtain falls.

He keeps the water hot and fire ablaze

Welcome, safe and warm 

In the darkest hours of the night

When all the owls are sleeping,the fire blazes on

If your still there in the morning as the birds greet the sun

You’ve won

You are free to go and live your life anew 

If not you are trapped by old man time

A forever beating of a dying heart


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