Time
Time, you fool, its time,
Time you thawed distance and line;
I seem to be
Forever stuck in a grind,
Stuck between crossing a bridge
And reaching another brine,
On my way
To a wall.
Time, you fool, its time,
Time I cover my distress and look fine;
I should look well,
So the world refills
My glass account
That breaks each time
I try to thaw
Distance between you and I.
Time you thawed distance and line;
I seem to be
Forever stuck in a grind,
Stuck between crossing a bridge
And reaching another brine,
On my way
To a wall.
Time, you fool, its time,
Time I cover my distress and look fine;
I should look well,
So the world refills
My glass account
That breaks each time
I try to thaw
Distance between you and I.
Labels: poetry
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3 Comments:
This is bloody marvellous!
sorry dear, no one can express this better than TSE, and he already did...
Ah, Burnt Norton...
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