Moving On

We have no time to go here or there
we have no time to do or dare

we have no time to ponder at the stars
we have no time to see Saturn or Mars

we have no time to watch or play
or do a chore from yesterday

we have no time to do those things
in our dreams and daily whims

only have time to lay and stare
never again our favourite chair

no time to reminisce or cry
we only have the time to die.

© D Marsden 2016


Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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