Time Really is Running Out
Your back door
Time is a whore
down the street
Time is a cheat
past your town
Time is a clown
Like Wile E. Coyote,
Time spins hoary legs
You, forever the Roadrunner,
beg to escape Time.
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Nancy Harris Mclelland
Poetry, Prose, Opinions about Aging from an Ex-cowgirl Octogenarian.
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