![]() A Wish For My Grandchildren.A Poem by Bryan Sefton
I wish you life on a faulty clock
So that, just as a year is about to drop There is the click of a slipping cog And the year leaps back so that last year's frog Is this year's tadpole, new tail whipping And you, my precious children, skipping To a summer that to me is past and old But to you a promise about to unfold Oh hold it, hold it! Hold the day Don't let a minute of it slip away Lie in the grass gazing out to sea And let that sea be eternity © 2022 Bryan SeftonReviews
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