Observations #53
Time, is my greatest enemy
My very best friend
On my hands in the beginning
Slipped, through my fingers in the end
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Time seems to speed up as we get older Andrew.
Andy
Good write Andrew. You enjoying yourself then? It's said 'Time goes quickly when we're enjoying ourselves!'
Truly great piece today from you. Heartfelt by us older poets.
This is truly a gem and i cannot think of ever reading a better piece on MPS so my friend, this is a MUST for my favourites and i shall print a copy to hang on my wall somewhere.
this is so true and applies to each of us .... brevity at its bloomin best mate ...
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