Tempus Fugit Poem by archie langford
Tempus Fugit
As each Christmas gets closer to the last,
And the floor seems further away
When the future`s a fraction of the past,
And hopes and fears were yesterday.
Memories are all that`s left
Arm chair beside a friendly fire
Of ambition we become bereft,
And for ourselves - nought we desire
Except perhaps to see,
Our children`s. children`s children grow,
In love, peace and prosperity,
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5/11/2024 9:50:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice flow and a lovely sentiment Archie. Season's Greetings, to you and yours. Danny