This Hand, Time's, Extends Poem by james watkin

This Hand, Time's, Extends



This hand, Time's, extends
As gift-giver
Be quick, each golden chance
To snatch from out.
Of Love's butterfly-wing
Left in no doubt!

Heeding, by what blows
Lifelong across
For Change. Coldly unswayed
By pleas to stop.
Her late bloomer's! Come, gone
Whom flapped a fop!

Sunday, December 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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