If my minutes were like sands on a distant shore
Believe me, I would fear no more
For often I will disregard the lapping waves
The seconds pressing on; all slaves
If your fantasy was the only one
Then I suppose that you have won
If I could see into your eyes
If I could bleed for all my lies,
If I could seek that sweet morn air
If I could start without a care
My home would not be the only cause
For clasping defeat from victory’s jaws
If my words were like cement
You would not question what I meant
When I asked you where you come and go
The train runs quickly down below-
-the world, my obeisance differs off
Hidden by a politely covered cough
If I could tell you what to do,
If I could make my time anew
If I could write my loss away,
I might just save you a ‘today’
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IF I had not looked in, I would have missed this fine poem Tom!
'The train runs quickly down below-
-the world, my obeisance differs off
Hidden by a politely covered cough
If I could tell you what to do,
If I could make my time anew'
(these words hit home
as so much in life makes us feel inadequate
such a relatable theme)
thanks for sharing, a memorable read
I like to think Rudyard would have enjoyed it as well
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