At gathered pace our passing lives.A Poem by GeeHow quickly life seems to pass us by.
Life travels now at gathered pace
the present oh so fleeting, memories and yesterday's tomorrows now are greeting. Experience a tardy friend brings maudling regrets, each dawning day of "might've beens" and "too late now" sun sets. The tick and tock of father time relentless ne'er will wait, as ruefully we reminisce with sadness contemplate. Life travels now at gathered pace attire oft' sombre worn, to farewell say by silent graves as passing life we mourn. © 2017 GeeAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|