by Adele DeWitt

worn down to the brass
the silver plate a memory
where the fur wears away
and leaves the leather after

this is the result
of striving and blinding oneself
to despair

no last looks
we are still in motion
we have something to say
what life has carved into our faces
deserves expression

to listen is the greatest gift
we can hope for
praying the words reach you

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