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The Script of Ages Past

“I wish this day
Would never end”
We’ve all heard
Others utter it
Mostly in the “classics”
Which (of course)
Typically never are
Being instead
Hollywood reinventions
Of actual life
And trash television
Peopled by B-grade
Sepia-faded stars
But, even so
There existed a moment
Yesterday when I spoke
These selfsame words
Of wishful deferment
Out loud, for no one
In particular’s hearing or
Benefit, except possibly
My own, almost as if
Giving voice to a magic
Incantation filled with the
Power to prolong the
Sweet, bitter agony
To be found in
Clinging to a dream
As futile as trying
To hold the sun back
From exiting the sky.