London Poem: Day 351

3 August

If you plead, hours never
Stretch themselves into the
Odd shaped characters reflected
In limitless time, unquantifiable
As the soul leaps out,
Jumps to the rhythm of these seconds,
It’s conquered before the dream begins;
The circles, with its tireless arms
Pulls, and ensures time stays on track.
There is never enough;
Only here, between, time waits for man,
But the lot have carried on without you.


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