A Silent Toll

Are you everything you could have been,

the moments gone,

the wafer thin

 

While reaching out did you lose hold

of what defines you,

a broken mold

 

The chase elusive, running wild

into the darkness,

a bastard child

 

To reach old age before your time,

a broken bell

—that cannot chime

 

(Villanova University: July, 2021)

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