Time (this is another oldie of mine) seems appropriate for a reflective Sunday.

Dear old Cuthbert Simpson frozen in time .WP_20130720_031

It’s precious
and fleeting
far too often
self defeating
patience is wasted
impulse regretted
and far too often
nothing netted
grief and desire
both thoughtless
yet painfully
hopes and dreams
neither shattered
nor achieved
existing not living
or is existing really
living after all….
breathing, feeling
yet somehow never
seeing nor tasting
nor relishing
just some
shameful embellishing
what’s it really for?
a tool to torture souls
a toy
for twisted spirits

what does it really mean
or does it matter in the

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