I’m shaking hands with time- <br />Despite each birthday I deny. <br /> <br />I’m aware that men are made <br />In dawns…In sighs…in labor… <br />While youth is taken quietly, <br />Effortlessly. <br /> <br />Yes, I’m shaking hands with time- <br />While The laughing child bathes <br />In the crimson blood of my past <br />Which I keep in glass vials <br />Beside a humble bedpost- <br /> <br />Youth's ichors do not run through me <br />They’re only captive memories <br />Which serve to humble a jaundiced heart, <br />Into terror, Into agony! <br /> <br />My hand is grasping time’s <br />Shaking not out of courtesy, <br />But shaking in fear<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shaking-hands-with-time-stream-of-consciousness-poem/
