Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Time And Dog - Poem by Anthony Weir

Time flies
Time heals
The poor in spirit
The meek shall inherit
Time lies
Heavy
Time lies
All the time
Time feels
Nothing
We lie
All the time
We feel
Only feeling

Nothing feeling
Nothing doing
Apart
Apart
Throw discretion to
Gone to the dog
Give him a bad name
And hang him
Nearer my Dog to thee
Pure in heart
Timeless humility


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 28, 2006



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