The stone of time

It is all as stone

As the shadows pass

Withering to the new 


For forlorn wishes have

ripened into empty hands;

emptied of futures worth

A passage back to the forgotten 

So they may think anew 

With wit and guile to triumph 

To carve their day in stone. 

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Tue 30th Jan 2018 07:00

Thank you Keith, much appreciate your comments.

All the bes des

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keith jeffries

Mon 29th Jan 2018 22:21

Desmond, well chosen words to conjure up the philosopher in us all. Keith

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