Time to call it a day – A Poem

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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




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