The Queen has gone
The seeds have grown and spread
Moving in all directions, never going home
Time is always moving on
Sometimes in silent occasions we pause
Thoughts to times of yesteryear
Times we’ll never see again
Goodbye for the final time
The Queen has gone
We leave to drink a toast
Family and friends another solemn occasion is upon us
Check your time clocks
The days are drawing in
Time is on the move
The Queen has gone
Time awaits us all....
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2022 05:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
And so it does, Paul - my point precisely.
It sure does
that is the one certainty in all our lives Paul.
Andy
It sure is.
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