Juggernaut

The chime of time gets louder by the hour

The thick brick wall is coming up quick.

A moan

And not the good kind

You can taste the antiquity in it.

The wear of the years,

The stage has been set by age.

Clean up in aisle sixty-eight!

Stares through me

And asks the same old question

The times. Where have they gone?

Jump out of bed young man I said

There’s nothing for it pop

We’ll see the doctor in the morning.

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