Father Time by Stefon Brown

He arrived to my bedpost one morning before I awakened
His tall stature hovered over me zapping me to another place
The eerie thick fog could not shroud his slender figure as we stood poised face to face in an abyss
He stroked his heavy, thick, white beard
The hairs on my arms started to prickle.
My feet damp and cold, I swiftly escaped his presence.
His deep lungs gathered air and exhaled out
“Seize the moment, for I shall come to you
when your time has expired.”

Add a Comment (all fields required)