Time and Tide
If I should die,think only this of me
That one small corner of the web
Nurses all of my poetry
My Muse's tide is on the ebb
Her waning strength sadly faded
No reason now for any rhyme
My talents fully spent and jaded
No one can hold back marching time
So please forgive my puny tries
Which deserve but piteous sighs
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2016
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