A SIGN OF THE TIMES
It's a sign of the times,That not even a rhythm.
Is coming to me.
It's that time,
In my life.
Not even the wife,
Listens to me.
Life is a bore,
I've thought this once more.
As Life comes crashing,
On me.
Don't shoot the messenger,
They say,
But when he comes my way.
He has nothing to say.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-10-06 at 17:26
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