Let us pray to <br />the demons of time <br />and old age. <br /> <br /> <br />Let us beg absolution <br />from our wrinkled skins, <br />and our hair, the color <br />of cremated doves. <br /> <br /> <br />Let us beseech the heavens <br />to stop this constant loss <br />of joy, this slow dulling <br />of the heart. <br /> <br /> <br />We are <br />silent old soldiers <br />alone with our terror.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-brother-to-memory/
