time ticks

Time Ticks

Dead of Night
Time ticks slowly now
The fretful minutes pass
Always on the Margin
This should be my home
This room so full of memories
of lost hopes, recalling youth
And lost friends
Now I am thirty
The years have passed so quickly
Outside the wind moans
Immaculate as you always were
You haunt me
Father Time

Christopher Baily
1982

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