Blink and it's gone forgotten ideals,
hopeless is how it now feels.
Rewinding tapes and the reels,
pointless repatching old seals.
Crowded room filled images of past,
aged, faded, not to survive, to last.
The coming rains purpled feelings cast,
life has wheels, it really moves to fast.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Clever wording in this poem of the passage of time. Well done
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