it's just a matter of time
fiction
edward w pritchard
It's just a matter of time
until you forget the time and date.
A policeman or doctor stops you and asks
what year is it.
You are very tired or even sick today.
What year?
2011 or 2012, or 1966.
They have every right to question you
here in front of them by chance,
it had to happen.
Where are they taking me now.
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