Days Flying By Poem by Phil Soar

Days Flying By



The days and weeks are flying by
I guess I am a pilot or such
Arranging each day like a flight plan
Monitoring the weather, sorting my route
Measuring my time as if like a timetable
Watching events unwinding, watching others movements
How they may (or may not)affect mine
Finding a way to glide through the day

Time and days are flying by
I am my own Pilot

Thursday, September 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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