on to the next

by on February 22, 2024 :: 0 comments

too many things are gone
old spots of joy have now been reborn
as cheap insurance joints
instead of noisy
palaces of booze and madness

too many things are gone
cheap refuges of cheap flea bag hotels
fenced off like bad memories

too many things are gone
faces that hang like monuments in the
memory
etched in stone glory

the terror of time is that
as life gives it takes away

and there is no trading of moments
that can give it back

it all moves forward
regardless of your love

– Josh Weir

editors note:

Move, it will; love, we must. – mh clay

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