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The Days Fly By

The days fly by one and the same too busy to pause to earn their own name Unearthly winds sweep moments away into dustbins of perdition painted colorless gray

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Bill Baker

Date: 12/6/2023 5:40:00 PM

Very good rhyming, gw. Very true poem. BB

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 12/5/2023 5:25:00 PM

There are many times now that I could not even tell you what day of the year it is or what month.

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/5/2023 6:05:00 AM

A great rhyme Gershon. It flows so well. I am doing much better, thanks! :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/5/2023 5:24:00 PM

So glad to hear that you're doing better, Heidi. Here's to good health!

John Lawless

Date: 12/5/2023 5:51:00 AM

If as they say..."the time has been shortened for the sake of the elect"....I hope I don't get elected

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/5/2023 5:26:00 PM

You can always refuse to serve. ~ Yourself, as in Serve or Suit Yourself!

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 12/5/2023 5:15:00 AM

wow, these are powerful words, dear Gershon! Your last four lines 'unearthly winds...gray' gave me pause. I loved the subtle but powerful imagery. Another one well done...a fave...have a splendid Tuesday, Sara

Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/4/2023 10:53:00 PM

Frightening Gershon, as we get older the days seem to step on the gas lol. Tom