Passing Thoughts - Poem by Fiona Burgess
Those passing thoughts
That slip through your mind
Like shadows in the aging light
Captured in sugary vines, entwined
They spin and dance through seemingly
Endless years, and suddenly time passes by
And the years you thought you had to spare
Now at the end of their tether, rivers run dry
And in the last of the sunshine
You try to recapture the time you lost
But it runs through your hands like water
All those years you wasted, look the cost.
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