The Passing Of Days Poem by Liam Hughes
The Passing Of Days
The words do not hide behind an encrypted veil
They do not feel the need to sensor what they entail
There meaning does not seem weak or frail
I beg of you time do not make them stale
Deceit, anger when they begin to pursue
I remember those words and believe they are true
I am redeemed by the time they are through
Let forgiveness flourish let love ensue
But with the passing of days they seem to recline
I curse you days I curse you time
I succumb to the urges I succumb to the wine
For it makes me numb it makes me blind
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But with the passing of days they seem to recline I curse you days I curse you time I succumb to the urges I succumb to the wine For it makes me numb it makes me blind A poem of dejection and disappointments about time while this a naked fact that time is the best healer.A good poem keep sharing. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan