CLEAN SLATE

Your life, your slate
So full your chalk is worn to a nub.
So many words, so many writings,
Not much space is left on your slate.

But slowly, an unseen eraser slips,
Wiping away your words, your writings
Letter by letter.

You have more room to write on your chalkboard,
But you can't remember the letters
To write the words
That make up your writings.

Little by little, everything is erased.
Your slate is wiped clean.
The only difference here;
There is no starting over.

(6-8-2004)
(rev. 11-28-2008)