Life, moving so quickly,
Art seems to have won
This battle for being.
I slipped back in
While trying to engage
Pursuits more rewarding.
The creating owns me
Outside of the ecstasy
it pays off nothing.
The loneliness is crazy
its magnitude absurd
Had to be, maybe.
Fading and alone
I’m getting old
With no family.
Put my face in hands,
Wondering, is there
Still time for anything?
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shenur masters 29 Dec 2011
Excellent work!!!annette steens 27 Jun 2008
so amazing wonderful justas the poem!Joanna Jungjohann 12 Jun 2008
utterly profound workesther baltisberger 30 Mar 2008
great idea very specialToni Erwin 05 Nov 2007
Absolutely wonderful. I love the color...