The Hourglass
I wish that I had cared enough,
to mention once or twice
That what I wanted now has changed,
old virtues turned to vice
The past left misbegotten,
and future long disclaimed
The present what I’m running from
—its hourglass in flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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