Time
is like
a slow
moving
stream
constantly slipping past
but seeming
to never
move
at the same
Time
Time
is like
a slow moving
stream
steadily rubbing away
rough edges
and
healing wounds
at the same
Time
Time
is like
a slow moving
stream
constantly
and steadily
being
only
what it is
and yet
constantly changing
Time
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What a neat poem. Did you write this? I enjoyed the other poem you wrote.
In answer to your comment on my blog about my saying Brotha Buck is "kinky" I must tell it as I see it. *Laughing* He knows I'm just kidding (or am I)? ha, ha, just joking again.
I really enjoy this one.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
:o)
that was nice
Nice poem. I wish I could say time moved slowly...
good stuff bro!qvlld
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