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Wednesday, 11 January 2012

How time Flies

How time flies


The first fragile breath
Of a “new-borns” cry’s
As into this savage world
A child must survive
Fighting the odds
Of hundreds to one
This child must develop
A keen sense of worth
To battle the unknown
On this hostile Earth
To learn to live
And suffer the loss
Love and rejection
That’s its very own

Fight its corner
With a mirage of foes
Some of its family
And some all alone

Time is its enemy
For time will not stop

                                     The relentless ticking

Of father times clock

To make its mark
A place in this sod
“I’ve been here”
“This is the hole”
“Where this human stood”

Peter Wicks

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