Robin Ramsey

(Morristown, Tennessee)

Time - Poem by Robin Ramsey

Apart from yesterday, now never
dies,
Although in essence, time
certainly flies.
Forever ageless, never growing
old,
this marching father always
moving bold.
Unending motion, seasons
warm and cold,
eternally going, time's
undying hold.
Conclusion lacking, stories
will unfold.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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