The Constancy of Time
Time flits by, unwavering in its viscosity,
Immovable in its density.
Inexorably, it presses forward.
No agendas to meet-
No long-term plans.
Its destiny lies outside the perimeter of my seasoned days
And in the soul of my wandering eye,
Is consistent.
Immovable in its density.
Inexorably, it presses forward.
No agendas to meet-
No long-term plans.
Its destiny lies outside the perimeter of my seasoned days
And in the soul of my wandering eye,
Is consistent.
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I appreciate your comments and thoughts--thank you for stopping by! I don't always reply here, but always try to reciprocate--so hang in there, I will be over to your blog in a jiffy!