The Joke

When enough time has 

Passed, even blue flames

Die out eventually 

In a while we forget the 

Smell of smoke, its fading gray

Mixed with the mist of 

The world we know, see

Time is that delinquent 

Friend that drags love 

Into trouble after midnight
And returns home alone
At daybreak
We always tend to rely on
Redress being ready in its
Uniform at all times
For the calling of pine 

But wait long enough, my child, and 

There will be nothing left 

To save
Pride devours the remaining
Crumbs of Ardor, sits
With a bloated belly in a dark corner
While time chuckles as it
Lights a cigarette.