Time Frame
Caged inside a tiny frame of time,
Out of which I sadly could not climb,
I spent my life in straining, aching service,
Then limped away— complaining, shaking, nervous.
Each day I put on costumes, masks, disguises,
And lived somewhere between ennui, surprises,
Scavenging the unforgiving streets
For smiling faces, treasures, secret treats.
And there, without direction, purpose, aim,
I clung so tightly to that mighty frame,
Until, at last, I was dismissed from service,
And flung headfirst into a burning furnace!
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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