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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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Time is not an inert entity
Marching with the steady rhythm
Of a soldier following orders

It is a creature with a will
Inching slowly when I wait
For my lover to return home safely

And as swiftly as a young child
When I count the years I’ve wasted
Trying to please my late father

But sometimes it seems to be both
A season with a wild nature
Its dead leaves lost in the wind

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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.


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