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109 by Matto.

Published on August 31, 2010

The writing’s on the wall;
I didn’t want to read it,
But I know I must.

Time is a gift,
I’m saddened by her squander—
Missing the sunrise.

It is all hide and seek,
Both exciting and painful;
She hides—I seek.

When this game concludes,
There will be winners or losers—
I tremble in fear.

When the sturdy pine bows,
And the songbirds fight for seed,
The cold will set to the bone.

In the darkness of enduring winter,
Our tears will burn our cheeks.