Time is fleeting,
as it jumps to the left,
or walks the backyard,
deep in thought
and time
recollections vivid
of traditions
Towne Cinema
Hallowe’en
JR with water pistol
wondering who brought the toast,
or wore the bustier
we danced in the aisles
or listened flat out
on the living room rug
as the 33 spun us back
to a meatloaf dinner
until it was time to say
I’m going home.
Today I learned
that the Doctor
died this morning
80 years I had no Clue.
Time is fleeting,
madness takes its’ toll
just put your hands on your hips
and pull your knees in tight
’til the time warp takes you.
2026
(Tim Curry passed away this morning at 80)