William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

Time

Time

Time - the alchemist – turning my heart to stone.
Seldom do you pick up the phone.
Sitting here, without you, all alone.
Throughout the hours, my spirit  prone,
seeing not, what is reality ?,
that state, which is left to me,
residing in, left to be
nothing more, then what I see.

Life, colours have departed.
Left the gaggle of roses I started 
leaving with you three years ago,
with love and hope, you I’d deeply know
 
B. J. “A” 2
December 27th, 2012

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Poet Destroyer A December 28, 2012 at 4:24 PM thanks for sharing xoxo pd William J. Jr. Atfield December 28, 2012 at 4:57 PM You are more than welcome my Dear. Thank you for our continued interest, and may the New Year shower upon you and your all the best of what this life has to offer . Bill