Christopher Grieves Poet Rhyme

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Dandelion

In mysterious oddity
This precious commodity..
Time.
It marches. It whistles it's way down the track.
It passes, it flies. 
We can never go back.
We can spend it and share it
Or selfishly hoard.
It's sand through our fingers..
Like glue when we're bored.
Time.
It's a God given gift..
At it's best when we share.
We can blow it and sow it
Like seeds in the air.

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Beata Agustin January 28, 2024 at 4:45 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Christopher Grieves January 28, 2024 at 3:10 PM Thanks Beata <><

Don Groves October 18, 2021 at 5:22 PM Wonderful use of your time! Christopher Grieves January 13, 2024 at 11:53 AM Don - sorry it took so long for me to see your comment (ironically, perhaps). Thank you for stopping by :)

Gary Radice May 10, 2021 at 2:16 AM Hi Christopher. I really enjoyed this. I'm forever scratching my head as to why some poems get so many views and comments while equally good - and sometimes much better - poems don't. Cheers - Gary Christopher Grieves May 23, 2021 at 12:31 AM Gary that is a real encouragement .. thank you!