Time to Go!

When the joy has fallen out
Broken pieces of the bowl that held it
Lying on the floor terrazzo
Contents spilt like all of tiny grains of sand

Voices of reasons to remain now tiny whispers
Like memory fragments of a summer spent
Idly by the sea,

Memories of sweeter times faded
Like the old tattered curtains still barely hanging from their rods
in the cottage at the water’s edge.

Time to
“Beat it Kid!”

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, October, 2016

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