The Thief of Time
The Thief of Time
We arrive in the sun; it’s warm and so bright
We throw down our bags and go out in the light.
We are kissed by the breeze rustling through our hair
As our cheeks blush in the sun, we are willing to share.
It surrounds us and warms us, freckles pepper the skin
In the brightness and warmth we are still standing in.
Not a minute to waste before the sun sets
We stand pulling coats off, and our arms we outstretch.
The days are before us well that’s what we think
Before long though we see the first days sun sink.
It comes around quick it rises the next morn
One day gone a new one is born.
All too quick the seventh morning is here
The holiday is ending that much is clear.
We waited so long to be kissed by the sun
To unwind and relax and to have some good fun.
The time is gone we feel robbed, there was not any
The clock stole it away the days were not many.
Its over where did it go we didn’t get to do much
Just enjoyed each others company and food and such and such….
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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