Friday, July 21, 2017

Poem: Timeline

Timeline

The sun has risen,
With morning song.
Nothing behind me,
the line is long!

The day's still young,
I've traveled short.
But I'll get farther;
I'm the tough sort.

Morning's no more,
Noon is here!
Brightest time of day,
Nothing to fear!

Evenings come,
And I turned around.
I'm following my path,
But behind me, no line is found.

It feels like I just started,
But I do not forget.
Because that ain't no sunrise.
It's a sunset.

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