The Different Parts
Feel the time break up into so many different partsIt's all the same forgot the name you gave yesterday
See the world revolve in whorls of blue and green
Think a moment try to solve a problem the present presents
Locked in screens lost in thoughts of insoluble dilemma
Embrace the race without a place to grasp this anathema
Traces of dawn promises given and withdrawn premises gone again
Memories of a love's melodic tune long ago euphoric afternoons
All too soon come and gone,
It's all the same forgot the name you gave yesterday
Feel the time break up into so many different parts . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-05-16 at 13:08
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