Face In Hands

Life, moving so quickly,
Art seems to have won
This battle for being.

I slipped back in
While trying to engage
Pursuits more rewarding.

The creating owns me
Outside of the ecstasy
it pays off nothing.

The loneliness is crazy
its magnitude  absurd
Had to be, maybe.

Fading and alone
I’m getting old
With no family.

Put my face in hands,
Wondering, is there
Still time for anything?

Face in hands

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