Sitting On The Edge of Time
Looking through the window of my
computer
Listening to the outside world
With over seventy four years of life
gone past
To an uncertain future; slowing
eyes, ears and memory
I smile, look over the edge of time,
then jump.
No, someone says he’s too old
No one laughs
And then, released from damns in
each of us
New ideas flood our conversation
At times each flounders
Fearing he or she is beyond their
depth.
But always someone throws a
lifeline.
No one drowns
At last we’re tired
And sit on cushions staring
Eyes meet again from flowing minds
We leave out thought adrift
What is democracy
But the right
To swim together
In conversation
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