Its an age gone by

It does not touch me now
nor does it probe into
my sense of being.
It does not declare me alive
nor excavate a sensory fossil
from the crevices of day dreams.
It does not lava
the heat from the core
nor does it benumb me
into the hollowness inside.
Its no more a cause of habit
nor does it ask me to asunder
purpose-truths of this shallow life.
It does not call for pardon
nor makes me guilty of my days.
Its not in the passing
nor in the waiting is it
Its an age gone by
and I do not care..


~ A