Time just sat there
By the sidewalk watching
As the paint peeled from the wall
And the weariness weighed on the souls.
Time just sat there
Looking through the window
Taking in the parade of colors fading in succession
Voices losing their timbre
Growls cracking into whimpers.
Time stood with a pipe in hand
Seeing the leaves fall, dry and turn to ashes
Beneath the heavy footsteps that soon lightened to the whisper of ghosts
Time stood there
And watched them come and go
Dance and die
Leave their marks or mark their leave
Time didn’t pass, he just aged.
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