In Time

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    In Time

    In my innocence and ignorance I was full of life, hope and faith.
    Dragged through trials and tribulations I realized otherwise.
    The mask too familiar - in particular - too used and abused.
    Shattered, full of broken pieces - jagged edges - sharpened upon rocks of despair.
    Its so hard to keep the illusion that time has not taken its toll on me.
    Jaded, no frantic antics can prolong the inevitable.
    The clock continues to tick - a genetic.
    Youth, it is the fleeting nature of our lives.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    AnouLo’s Poems (12)

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