tIMe GoNe

That’s another ten years gone

Ten years done

 

What happened there

I blinked and it was gone

Nothing happened, nothing done

 

Gone in a wink

No time to think

Working away

No time to play

 

No time to speak

Rushing to the  end

No time for friends

No time to spend

 

Tunes transport me back

To the start line, to the track

To the proverbial starting gun

To Baba O’Riley and all the fun

 

Lost years ,gone in a whirl

Disappeared in a twirl

Never to be regained 

We’re all wasted , again.

 

 

 

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Rasa Kabaila

Sat 17th Jul 2021 10:06

Cool poem Edbreathe, too true! Have you found a way to be able to catch your breathe? My strategy now is to have time booked in and honoured for nothing time' !

Good to see you here too Stephen-I feel like we are all in a cool writing club together. 😃

Keep writing and smiling.

Best wishes,
Rasa

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 12th Jul 2021 16:48

Yes, time races past. Good poem.

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