trial triumphant

today showed me what it is like to
remember the little things that mean so much
inside the hours are those little minutes
almost like the quest for
long lost treasure in an old wooden chest
time is like a
river that nobody can really predict
it will not stop being the only constant
under the sky all lessons the clock can
make you learn are equally important
playing with life should only mean
happy times like children with their toys
and not politicians whose dollars are people
never forget the borders of the world
take away the connection we all share
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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