They put a timer on us at the start
a lovely piece of hardware
next to the magnet of our heart
we may feel a push, but never feel a pull
forever spinning with the wind
careful not to spill a glass half full
They never said how long we had to wait
every day is one less
until the big hand lands on fate
we may always be late, but have sand to borrow
with the wind spinning forever
set your watch again for this time tomorrow.
Oh this might be my favorite poem
Of all my other favorite poems you’ve whipped up. Seriously beautiful Paul.
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Thank you Ely!! I really liked this one too.
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