The Earth revolves through night and day
Dawn, dusk, midnight and noon
We shoehorn much in waking hours
It's over all too soon
I stretch my love of friends no end
An arm right round our sphere
Not virtual, no, but cyber
Type
Keeps them in touch and dear!
A picture on my network sits
4D will have to wait
Whilst words and minds rehearse and play
Their world I contemplate
I look at time and how it
works
It's difference round the world
I guess there is no other choice
Our planet's always twirled
I wouldn't wish an endless day.
The sun always in sight
And never would I send someone
To drown In eternal night
Sometimes I dream, as chat cuts short
With these good friends of mine
That we could shape our 24
And fashion our own time!
Wow! that show your attachment to your friends. Wonderful Stevie and Thanks a lot. The poem is good and the style is your own. Good Work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is an issue for us all, there is never enough of it - good one Stevie. Your poems are very clever.