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Father Time |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989
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In my very first breath I breathed the elusive ticking of tock each passing moment created the to and fro of endless clock. I was here in the beginning I will be here when comes the end when tomorrow arrives at dawn I'll be somewhere around the bend awaiting to make you wonder exactly how, and of just why each second passes so quickly while being held in heartbeat sighs dawn to dusk, making its escape there's no repeating, nor return though you may wish to have it back rather, instead, I'll make you yearn to have another day of life just a few precious moments more remaining still, for no one man friend, I'm sorry there is no cure. I've been written in history I've been written in words of rhyme I'm the past, the present, the future eternally yours, Father Time. |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
this kinda reminded me of Neil Gailman's Sandman series |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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DreamerSpirit Member
since 2006-10-02
Posts 240Buenos Aires, Argentina |
there is a lot of truth in this poem i loved it, especially the ending. thank you for sharing |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Donna I really love this one. Great poem, my friend. xoxoxo Alison |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
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