RUNNING OUT OF TIME

We’re Searching for a dime

to make one last call.

We once sat on our lofty Perch.

Now, comes our Inevitable Fall.

Our Mortality has been Tested.

By Time, we have been Bested.

So many “Things” we once held dear.

Where are they now, that our end is so near?

What will be Our Legacy?

What will they Remember?

Our once Raging Inferno,

has been reduced to a smoldering amber.

Is there time to Chose more wisely?

Do we have time to do better?

To make one more “Important” decision?

To write one last “Sincere” letter?

We came into this world,

Screaming at the tops of our Young lungs.

“Hear me Great Reality! I’m here to take You on!”

“I’m here to make My Mark! I’m here to sing My War song!”

What happened to that young Giant, who was Bold and so Defiant!

He was born to take on the World,

to reshape it in his own Image.

Ready to strike His match

and Blow Up beyond Recognition.

But That was Then

and This is Now!

Where time has made us Its Prisoner,

and that Explosion has died down.

This Truth we must accept.

It’s time to Concede.

We’re now Last in life’s race.

The Newer Younger winners, now take the Lead.

We’ve run out of Time

and Yet, still Desperate to be remembered. Where once a Thunderous Holler.

We now Struggle to conjure up a Whisper.

So We close our eyes,

one final time,

as that last Darkness

we now enter.

A faint Smile

A last Prayer

in the hopes

we will be…

Remembered.

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