Third Stage Poem by francis e.rudy

Third Stage



there was a time the clock ticked slow
then, i moved fast with somewhere to go!
now, like the weather i change
now, i show my age
deep in the lines of my face
in the colour of my hair
no longer the rolling stone
more like a rock
i need a kick to get me home!

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francis e.rudy

francis e.rudy

chicago, il. u.s.a
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