Andrew John Poet Free verse

That Squeeze Box

The Friday that is here today
was here yesterday, of course.
That's what getting older seems to be, to do:
today was yesterday
was the day before
and before.

It's my weekly washday today -
weekly, but was here yesterday,
or so it appears.
Always appears to be.
Yes, so it seems,
and seems.

Time is a concertina.
Friday was a week from Friday,
then three or four days
before those days closed in,
closed in, closer and closer.
A concertina can squeal and whine.

(21 Oct 2023)

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Silent One October 21, 2023 at 1:58 PM Interesting poem..you weave your words very well.. Andrew John October 23, 2023 at 4:02 AM Oh, wonderful to weave! Thank you, SO.

Daisy Meadows October 21, 2023 at 2:23 AM A brilliant poem. Time does seem to go quicker and quicker. Well written. Andrew John October 21, 2023 at 2:27 AM Thank you so much, Jeanette. Oh, that stuff called time! Ah!