“Saying the Final Goodbye” (a poem by KPKeelan)

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Time is a tyrant

baking us in the unrelenting fire of change,

forming hard shells around us

like cement cocoons.

We are trapped in her embrace,

ushered through the moments we are gifted with

like cattle being prodded through the chute.

We are her slaves,

compelled to dance

regardless of what our feet may think.

Encased in this sarcophagus of flesh

I was born, I live, I will die-

just another extra on the set

waiting for that authoritative director to yell:

“Cut!”

“That’s a wrap.”

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© KPKeelan

(5- 9- 12)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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