Passing Time
Time passes by
like Ravens in the sky
and the pain of time
can be as sharp as the Ravens claw
We're left standing alone
without wings of our own
to seek the life we once saw
How did it begin
and when will it end
guess the answers we will never know
I pick up my bones
and I keep moving on
searching for the seeds
I was meant to sew!!
Copyright © Darrin Rodgers | Year Posted 2021
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