Tom W. Timms

(Kirkby in Ashfield, UK)

The Way

Let me go quietly
Not forced to see life through to the last painful gasp
No long and protracted parting
For there is no virtue in pain
And I have seen before the unpleasant lingering
Let go the hold you have on my hand
and dream I'll race, young again, across the sand.
Hand Gliding - No! The day I visited Baslow
A famous Derbyshire place

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