time and tide wait for no man.

How sad the words.
how pitiful,
the dusty, anxious,
self swept shelf!

How stupidly I wallowed
in the shallows of a bitter sea
How soon will turn the tide
return the flotsam of
my gentle pride
in splinters back to me?

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Fay Slimm
A gem of a write Kath. One of your best - - love the use of excellent metaphor. form and length. Bookmarked.
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