the stops time

tight as time can be

heat on a feeling of sweet vacation

effort made happy by the hot relief

stolen of a day we all have been a part of

togetherness and you saw, you went, you laughed and

often you are the best time to have in the out of doors

planning to keep silent and scurry on

so thanks and don’t forget a catchy slogan when the time comes

then tea  and the dark corners of your music will not stop

inside when the time comes we will recreate these stopped moments

mind you, will you be the candle I see

easily  reflected in my mirror

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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