time it ticked again again

January 17, 2021 ~ sensualism

Time – it ticked – again – again

And stroked the hand of sorrow

I may be here today she said –

But will I be tomorrow

Will it come – should I wait

And part with dreams to please

Your sentiment of heartfelt grief –

I shan’t – I will not ease

Ergo time ticked – it would not stop

To lend more time to share

The mood – the sun’s mortality

Portrayed its own despair

Despair one ought defeat – (with time)

The dawn of a new day

A chance encounter tomorrow brought

Then waved despair away

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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism