The Irony Of Time
Bread to share at the dinner table, to eat
And wrikles on marbled fingers so fable
Tossed and laughed in shining bright diamonds
Embraced the entirety of such moment.
Wished for it to last, as it shouldn't.
Angles passed to alarm ones who wouldn't, wake up.
As torches dimmed so the diamond vanshied.
With a single touch the moment brightened.
Frakles of age are cuddled, cheeks of rigid from time deemed to fikle, wet kisses were blessed on the place of murmur.
Memories rich with delight and pleasure.
Vanshing only from the ones who didn't subtle.
Monday, March 1, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: blind love,death,family life,joy,memories,age,irony