"Who knows where the time goes?" - Sandy Denny, Fairport Convention, 1967
The air moves around the earth
Ruffling the seas
Since a time before time took it's ease
Moving each river, each firth;
Who knows where the time goes?
Into which crevice it disappears
Ingraining itself into your fears
Permeating your woes;
Things once young now old
Paper flat now yellowed and faded
Hopes once bright now jaded
Things once warm now grown cold;
It's the same for all I suppose
This mystery of passing ages
This ceaseless war that time wages
Who knows where the time goes?
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Paul Gerard Reed (
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Comments3
A marvelous metaphor encased in this poem. Time like a breeze is here and gone invisible and nonretrievable. A beautiful piece deserving of a fave
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We think we have forever and in a blink of an eye, time has gone never to, regain, really enjoyed the read
Excellent write
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