Sun and tufted cumuli
Intermittent showers
Pass as I sit here a while
In between the hours
Thoughts creep from their hiding place
Forged in days gone by
Memories both happy, sad
Bring in turn a sigh
Time no friend to he who waits
Or to he who toils
With its clocks, their ticks and tocks
Springs as snakes in coils
Onwards, ever onwards wend
Through the ages lent
Following dreams, each his own
Till their worth is spent
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Wistful and well-written.
Thanks Madeleine 🙂
Enjoyed most especially the third stanza but it is, as the kids say, “all good.” Thanks! 😉