THE HANDS of TIME

The hands of Time, they move so fast
I sometimes think it will not last
The halcyon days of summer gone
The joy of autumn so forlorn
Dark winter beckons, with cold dark stare
To chill the bones to deep despair
Just as you think it will never end
Spring comes round, and starts again
To cast her spell, to work her magic
With another year of new beginnings and life reborn.

W.J.K.

THE HANDS of TIME

papadad

Joined January 2008

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Time marches on.

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  • Thomas Josiah Chappelle
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