National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Sunday 2 September 2018

Time

day 157

I am loosing the days
remind me the date
When ever it is
I am bound to be late

When I was  young
Minutes lasted forever
I never knew time
I thought this was clever

But as I got older
Those hours got short
And minutes disappeared
To a never and nought

In a second, a quote
Or I wont be a tick
A strange thing to say
when you wish to be quick

Time does go by
Another quite odd
Oh course it does
Times a real awkward sod

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