Yesterday Man

I am
cursed by erosion

Today a latent sentimentalist

An out of the closet traditionalist

My once rapier
cutting edge
has been dulled
by time

Tis the natural
erosion of age
as I tumble into
the tranquil pool
of reflection
over all things nostalgic

To dwell in the past
instead of residing
in these sad
middle age daze
where dreams
get buried
by the crushing weight
of adult reality

So here I am 

Harvesting memories
thumbing through
a dusty scrapbook

Reminiscing late at night
with that damn clock on the wall

My relentless enemy
who stares down at me impassively
with unwavering efficiency

Grains from the hour glass
from above us fall

On a mission
to bury us all

Carpe Diem