Time will march on
Ignoring our cries
The past is gone
Only the future lies
Ahead of us
To travel through it
Is a fantastical dream
Yet it remains lit
A radiant beam
Of hope to cling to
But like a disease
Time affects you
It will not appease
But march ever on
Whatever we cry,
Today is now gone,
We’re born to die.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/March/2019
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/01/rdp-friday-march/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/01/appease/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/01/your-daily-word-prompt-fantastical-march-1-2019/
Tales from the mind of Kristian 
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