A Passing Pastime

by abracadabra   Apr 19, 2007


Searching can be a pastime,
But lately time passes so quickly,
The seconds seep,
The minutes melt,
The day drip
From my fingertips and toes
That can grip no longer to
These days
These days,
Oh, these days of lustrous confusion,
These heroic days of my youth,
They are passing so, so quickly,
I will shake my head and smile
Very soon, I think,
And then I will start again.

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  • 4 years ago

    by mistake

    This hit me hard, very hard. I want to read it again and again. Too many good things in it to pick them out individually. Thank you for sharing it.

    I think you missed a letter in *days drip

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