Old Pals
Published in
Sep 12, 2023
Time is a shove in the back
When you least expect it
Forcing you to stumble forward
Or race relentlessly
Toward that obsessive thing
That gets kicked just out of reach
With each lumbering step.
You rarely sense its presence
Except for the tedious ticking
Of the clocks that mark
The lines in our faces
As we queue up to pay respects
To another fallen comrade,
One of the few
Who could still recall
The first fall
From that unexpected push.