One Last Memory

I thought that I had said it all

  but then—my world was changing

 

I thought that I had seen it all

  until the moment rearranged me

 

With the hourglass empty and clock run down

   leaves fall with the promise of snow

 

As I’m left to write a final verse

    inspiration still unknown 

 

I thought I’d always have in store

   one last memory for my pen

 

But the truth has spoken, my cupboard’s bare,

   and I’m left here alone—unread

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

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