Poetry of Another Time Time passes by in a never ending march Of seconds, minutes and hours Neither speeding up nor slowing down Always moving constantly, in a steady pace The longer as the day we live The shorter every year And by the fastness of our pace Eternity draws near But what would happen If we paused for just a minute or two To share with each other Some little joys life can bring We start our childhood and tomorrow is a day that does not bother us. Associations such as these, and yet it is not far away. fill my thoughts with rhymes And I can’t help but long for the poetry of another time
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:57:50 +0000
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