I see the hours
stretching ahead,
sometimes hurrying,
sometimes slowing down,
falling beyond and behind...
Still,I know their aim
is to reach destination
and this signals the end,
the end of time and life,
the end of the journey,
the end of fear,of worries,
I know they can be friends,
I know they can be enemies,
and yet,my hours have promised
to be kind with me on my way,
I get to sleep every night
in the belief it will be so
and I am grateful,simply grateful,
for their company and existence.
Submitted: April 23, 2020
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Spyguy
This is such a refreshing change of pace from the constant flow of garbage that is usually found in this section!!! You have done an awesome job with this lovely poem!
Fri, April 24th, 2020 12:20pmAuthor
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Wow, thank you so much! Love, Lizzie.
Fri, April 24th, 2020 11:42am