Ticks, one second after
The next – as like the sand in an egg timer
The wheels keep on turning so
The hands keep moving
Today followed the day before whilst
Tomorrow is well ahead of us
The past ? recorded by those who wrote it
The future ? yet to be written.
Published by inkdropk
Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.
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Great poem. Very true. KL ❤️
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cheers for reading
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