Eternal Rhyme

Eternal Rhyme

Time perpetually purges the knowledge of my life’s journey

My brain, bit by bit, subjected to aging’s taxidermy

Things I once knew I can no longer remember or even comprehend

Embarrassment avoided by knowing how or when to pretend

Time can never be my trusted travelling companion

For seconds are death’s skilled, cunning and killing battalion

I want to walk this plane exempt from the hands of time

Rather experience each moment knowing there is an eternal rhyme

Thank you,
Joseph Pede