Time… a poem

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

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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