Time Passes
Time passes slowly
when you’ve nought to do
or bound by restrictions
that you can’t break through.
When frantically busy
you scream out for peace
and wish that seclusion
would give you release.
But when you’re secluded
the turmoil is pain
and frantically wish
you were busy again!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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