Memories

There is a mist in the valley of time,

A word missing from a rhyme,

A note has vanished from a song,

The second hand is stuck, but time trudges on.

Two left socks and one right shoe,

Pieces of wood frame an image of you.

Not enough pegs for the clothes on the line

As time dissolves what is rightfully mine.

Craig (29 07 2015)

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