Hasty Hours
Some days are harder
Than the others
Some are softer
Like feathers
Life could be fair
Life could be dear
Life could be harsh
Life could be rash
Time flies
Seconds speeds
Minutes moves
Hours, always in haste
Yesterday left
Today came
Tomorrow may
On, we hope, and lay our heads.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
