the swift passage of time

is the grey clouds racing by

showing the wind which way it pushes

and dragging down a dancing leaf

making my hair stay out of my face

playing a tune on the branches of trees

but my legs are churning

and I won’t shut down

I have to make a gain out of a loss

no matter how many times

I have to go

let me make up my mind in time

before I start the journey of tomorrow

instincts say

I must see myself succeeding now

while the fire starts

and everything is warming


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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