The Concourse Called Time Poem by Bryan Taplits
The Concourse Called Time
Will wonders never cease
In these days of passed repeats,
Where colors of current rainbows
Peek at past- memories that still I seek.
Those hour hands of time,
Each hastening towards their end,
Outpacing me-then outracing me-
As willfully-
Each gallops ‘round the bend.
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