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Silver Soul

Gently running my hand across old printed photographs Old skin turned to dust reached out to me Hands of the clock trying to lay their fingertips against mine And guide me through their lives Smiles as the then young adults watched children try to eat pie with no hands Pretending […]

The Set Up

It was hard to swallow The words you said “You’re not getting any younger” But how old is not old enough for this to be okay Settling down But My soul is too young Love shouldn’t be just because

Origin

Old man grows senile Can’t remember his name Lost for quite a while Wandering from where he came He swears he knew He was once born too No can’t remember that either He continues to wonder