Time
Tiptoeing unnoticed, out of range of sight,
like a thief, it slips by in the night.
Claiming it can heal all things,
it flies without wings
ever sought,
time
never bought.
Back, remembrance brings;
forward, hope eternal springs.
Easily wasted, hard to spend right,
tiptoeing unnoticed, out of range of sight.
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for the Writing Challenge - Andaree Form - Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
checked at howmanysyllables.com
written on 1/18/23
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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