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Once Upon a Time Mary T. Wells When there’s no time
of day, Seconds go without
note, Minutes won’t matter, You don’t count the
hours, And time will be
lost. When there’s no time
of day, You can never be sure
Of what’s been missed
. . . no prod and yet no
splendor. There just isn’t
time. In your splay of
disregard, Your recognition
evades The embers of fire
denied but in the end, it’s
you.. . . and your regret is
just too late. You didn’t take the
time. When there’s no time
of day, There’s no whispering
voice, No reassuring touch, No memories made . .
. Only hours slipping
by- But there is no time
of day |
A cool
breeze stings your face. A fallen leaf, withered, dying, Caressing you as in passing. Winds whispering in dejection. Moans and sighs Send chills to the bone . . . and there you are. You are alone . . . |
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Last updated 3 October 2009