Touch On Time Poem by Alice Anne Gordon
Touch On Time
An individual’s touch on time
Is an irreversible knell;
Hear it chime.
Some stroll through seasons and try to sell
Leaves that have fallen each year.
They are the same yet not,
Individually crafted; mere
Wonders that can’t be bought.
Uniform traits of time,
Interchangeable flow
Of movement, speech and silent mime.
The earth will grow
A multitude of mem’ry
From each touch of time.
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