Unaware of Time Passing
Unaware of Time passing
Of its impermanence
Learning not, through Joy's hold on each
Slid-by minute's sky-reach
With their bubble play and ball games
Boys and girls the air fill.
Therefore what else could they be
But careless, fretless. Agree?
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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