• Martin Wardley

Over Time

Over time, this pain

May graciously subside

While the day turns to years

And the years intertwine

But these unanswered questions

These caustic reflections

Have no hope to offer, no faith to engage

No unhelpful suggestions

All vexed interjections

With no place to rest but in rage

Over time, this pain

May silently subside

While the day turns to years

Through the lens of a memory, revised

10th February 2021

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