That Place In Time (A Raw Almost/Maybe Poem)

It’s not my fault he’s happy with me/  Or your fault/ Or his fault/ Of course, I know/ it must be someone’s or something’s fault/  It isn’t, though/  It’s none of these/  It’s time’s fault/  The passage of time/  That place, in time, where we don’t/ – at last – / care anymore whose fault/ it /was.


There are so many stories/poems on this theme – however you see it.  A friend of mine here, Charles  Yallowitz, (  has brought some of these thoughts to my mind – this and previous post – something about nothing new under the sun to be written about anymore.

Until futher notice, I am hereby claiming nothing new under the sun  as a story or poem title. 😛


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