Friday, December 9, 2016

Mary Bone writes

Seasons of Yesterday

Seasons come and go.
I keep on rolling with the flow.
Leaves have blown down my street
and they are in a pile by my feet.
Children play in summer's sun
having so much fun.
Time waits for no one
as they say -
In the dreams of yesterday.Related image
Tempus Fugit -- James C. Christensen

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