Looking back


No time to cry
No time to weep
No time to play
No time to sleep

Time is precious
So is life
So is living
Without strife

To live your life
The age old way
You must look
Forward everyday

To do that best
You must look back
Although the time I have
Is something that I lack

As I look back
At how time went
I wonder where
My life was spent

Now time has
Passed me by
No time for life
Its time to die

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-15 at 02:33

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