why do you use a pencil, the old man i once asked
for pencils are ephemeral,
the writing won’t last
i want time to take
them, what i write now, these lines
for you see, you
with the matted hair, these are hurtful times
that was until he woke up
in the middle of the night
and realized that
he’s an artist still
the chair, the
empty wine bottle, the dirty
sneakers in the
corner were suddenly all grist to the mill
and now he uses
indelible ink
for moments he says
pass in the blink
of an eye and we
have only so much
time
on our hands to
make the most of our lives
ephemeral as can be
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