Time has followed me once again
From when I was a baby
To the graying hair now on my chin
How was I supposed to know
I’d never get away
No, time is always stalking me
Every single day
Time has followed me once again
From when I was a baby
To the graying hair now on my chin
How was I supposed to know
I’d never get away
No, time continues stalking me
Every single day
Very good. 🙂
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Thank you, Kevin!
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Nice, Kevin!
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Thanks, Winnie!
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You’re welcome, Kevin!
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Time – such a creepy stalker!
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And yet… ever stalking!
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Great poem, Kevin!! Time has a way of being a part of every now!! We just learn the lessons about time the hard way it seems!! Bravo!!!
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Thank you, and so true!
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Hope you are having a great week! You are so welcome!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You are a pal! Thank you!
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Thanks so much Kevin! Same goes for you, My Friend!!
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