TIME
Time plucks days from us
Like a lover plucks petals from a daisy.
She loves me not, dread words of gloom;
Petals gone, seed remains for next bright bloom.
Events and people fall into our lives like raindrops,
Some sweet upon the tongue, others only bitter cold;
Some falling far away, never to be felt or tasted.
(copyright 2009 Ken Ragan)
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