Poem and Photography by Cheryl Elich-Krumpelt

A poem that speaks of the disillusionment of time and age and how there is a disconnect between generations….

The Coat of Time


in a space

where time has no value

as it has dissolved

into a pocket sized rectangle

of desirous users

consuming Time’s hands

to the finger tips

with a touch

on screen

that projects gratification

in Its’ immediate.

No cloak,

no matter how ferocious

can shield

the lack of discretion that

no time gives. For it does not

stand still,

nor does it



a generation

who knows it not

but of a minute by minute progression

to an absolute end

of an age



by Cheryl Elich-Krumpel




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