Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s poem. I’m slightly annoyed with myself that it’s the wrong side of midnight, but the time just seemed to disappear…
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Where do the seconds go?
The spaces between the moments
That fade away like smoke; where
Do the minutes hide, that my days
Are never as long as it seems they should be,
Where is time running to?
After it passes me by, where then
Do the hours lie – wasted on the scrap-heap of my life,
Or rushing ever on, filled with every
Word I gave to them, every deed
Conveyed by them, do they fill
Like the bottom of an hourglass
With the grain of every fraction of my life,
Then just
Drift on?
Where does the time go, and,
Why
Does it forsake me so?
A Teacup Full of Stories 