The Fade

Written By J. S. Clawson

Time is sliding through my fingers,

Like sand through an hour glass,

I grasp but can’t stop,

Fading, falling away from me,

Never-ending, never stopping,

Fear grips my soul with icy digits,

I can’t stop the flow,

I can’t slow the flow,

All is fading, all is disappearing,

Who is this old person staring back at me?

J. S. Clawson

Scott Clawson is an avid writer, photographer, traveler and gardener. Living on a small island, he has spent many hours watching and taking photographs of wildlife in his garden, on the beach and in the wetlands.  He naturally began writing stories about the whimsical wildlife world around him.

https://www.jsclawson.com
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