Looking Forward

in poetry •  last month

There comes a time men must abandon,

without prompting or memorandum,

visions of things long past,

illusions they hold onto fast,

and face the way things are to be,

and grasp the new reality,

give up the mask and care not,

to comb over their bald spot.

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