I write - XLIX
Of time that stood
Suspended, motionless, still
After it showed me it's might -
Came boldly through the door
Laughed at my display of will
And snatched away what was mine
Smirked as I cajoled and prayed
Ranted and raved
And then, heartlessly waltzed away
Of that blow in the gut
Of that humiliating subjugation
To Old Man Time's might...
In surrender, in defeat,
I write.