Marching on...A Poem by Judy Ponceby
The face of time shows no age.
Merely continues its forward motion. Marking movement of life and loss The hands tick ever round and round Never looking back, always forward What is, only is, in the moment And then is not.
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Added on August 21, 2011Last Updated on August 27, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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