The future blinks at the present on its way to the past


Fast Time

tears
over fears
of coming years
of who I'll be
what things will hurt me?
will I ever flee?
what to do?
all new
true?
Past
so fast
all have gone
left me so alone
with just memories of home
before I was grown
seeds now sown
I'm known
blown




Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 02:04

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Beautiful rhyme...good work!!!!kissess
2006-09-01


keith nunes
this has a captivating rhythm and presence
2006-09-01


Zoya Zaidi
So beautifully
and
so
simply,
Expressed a piece of truth.

I am
impressed!
True...

Welcome to the bay, dear Phyllis.

Love,
and all the best!
Zoya
2006-09-01