Sunday, March 13, 2016

The Train Ride, a poem in a chapter for Book II

Time, precious time, wait...
No, I know you won't, or can't.
Like a speeding train can't stop fast - but slow.
But no, not even slow - dear time where do you go?
Don't look back - be right here...
In time, forever in time - the years whiz by, why?
Keep moving, keep riding...until...
there's no days or years - left.








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