Losing Precious Time Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Losing Precious Time



O where does the time go?
Like a foolish bee I spend
too much time on flowers
that no nectar can give.

And even now labour like
a double fool trying
to capture this necessary
delinquency.

Saturday, September 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: loss,time
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