Time

If there is no time

Why do we become

Shells of ourselves,

Why is there a dawn,

A sunset,

If there is no time

Why is the line

Between birth and death

So short,

Why does the cuckoo

Report

Every half and on the hour.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Gravity Sucks” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:56 PM March 17, 2018

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