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a passerby

All these years have flown by
and what do you know
most have passed me by
hoping by now
I must have passed by

intermingled in the starry sky
how can one now that distance fly?
to catch a simple passerby
time does also fly

so am I now here
merged in twilight
as dawn breaks
for folks like you
again
my form has lead me down
the stormy drain
lapsed in the folds of time

as time ultimately all does maim
and I can’t say a name
which hasn't passed

O you alone are so noble....
perhaps just one!

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So well written and poignant, my poet friend.

joe

As usual,
Friendly Joe

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obscure for my taste, but you sure did manage a lot of rhyming! ~ Gee

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the sense is pure

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You and your time, Sadie just laughs that you cannot understand the concept of no time, it is not a dimension, just a number for mathematicians to play with, if your time was true the children wouldn't be able to be in several places at once.
There is only now that stretches across the folds of the universe where one day we will travel with ease.
Good write though, you take care young Bard,
Yours in the now Ian..
PS:- Even before I had written this it was in the past..

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

there is something about
TS ELIOT in this poem
IS IT so? I A N

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Others have commented your work and I join them in their views. love the theme, the rhyming, the honest thoughts. Love it all.

Alid

I love it - great theme
time - a hard concept to define....
Well done loved
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

no waffle
now ts like a raffle

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