Time
The whirling fan stirs
The soft warm air
And lulls to sleep
The hazy mind
The clock in the corner
Ticks on and on
The heating vent sighs
Closing heavy lidded eyes
AS time slips away
And says good bye
Copyright © Jim Joyce | Year Posted 2015
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