lay down here
in a childhood spent
under the stalactite of place
the stalagmite of memory solidifies
calving slowly
under the waters of time’s rock
the adages of age are laid down
i will tell you how it was
if you will but hold my hand
for the steps of time
are limed with rhyme
lest i forget the words
in this arthritic mind of mine
the long sunshine of such memories
does so warm my failing heart
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