Rat Race

The stumbles are old

Like tin cans of last year

No owner or reason…

And right and wrong-

Suddenly less black and white.

Hating the grey in the sky-

Like silver in the hair…

The blur of tomorrow

Matches without glasses

While only the past

Shows it face…

And there will be answers

Like trash in an alley

Seeking the rat

Or time and place.

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