Tempo Poem by Helen B. Norton

Tempo



Procrastination?
Not his game.
Repetition?
No refrains.
A restless unremitting stream
Without Intermission
You alone may say,
If he runs away
Empty or laden;
Fragmented or fruitful
The fugitive hours
From birth to mortality

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Helen B. Norton

Helen B. Norton

Atlanta, Georgia, USA
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