I am haunted by dissolution
Cursed by erosion
Today a latent sentimentalist
An out of the closet traditionalist
My once rapier
cutting edge
has been dulled
by time
Tis the natural
regression of age
as I tumble into
the tranquil pool
of reflection
over all things nostalgic
To dwell in the past
instead of residing
in these sad
elderly daze
where dreams
get buried
by the crushing weight
of adult reality
So here I am
Harvesting memories
Thumbing through
a dusty scrapbook
today made obsolete
by modern technology
Kodak relics I relate to
Reminiscing late at night
with that damn clock on the wall
My only remaining friend
is a relentless enemy
who stares down impassively
with unwavering efficiency
Grains from the hour glass
from above impassively fall
On a mission
to bury us all
Carpe Diem
or bring a shovel
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