If I could go back in time
I would kill my grandfather,
then turn him into furniture.
I would make his smile my footstool.
So my shoes could shine.
My armrest would be his handshake.
But it would be firm.
Like when the moon was closer,
and filled the sky.
Time runs on patience.
Patience runs too short.
Too much time spent on time leaves nothing left to show for it.
We climb some trees when we're young,
We talk about it when we're old,
we cant belive we did those things, left with nothing more to show for it.
Continue on through the ages,
Countless stories, endless pages,
Weathered hands and tired faces.
You either come or go...
cars
homes
jobs
health
Louisville at night 3
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DFLOWERING NUNS