No time
Today's the day decided,To leave yesterday behind.
No going back;
what is past is past,
whatever the crime.
When you go back in time,
when you finally get there.
You mustn't try to replace,
Or repair a ripple in time.
Just observe, consequence
Can give you such a swerve.
Time is supposed to bend,
Wasn't supposed to curve.
Since the prehistoric hunters club,
Were people went back in time.
They ignored the warning sign,
When today moves on to tomorrow,
Now time resets itself.
Tomorrow becomes today every time.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-04-24 at 02:36
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