Poetry

Moving fast

As time tries to catch up with me.

I don’t see myself making it this time around.

But, luck has it I’m doing so much better than I thought.

As I walk around doing all I can before back up I go.

To a place, not many are allowed in as the night turns into day.

And I count down the minutes until I have to go.

For arriving is nice but my departure time is always the best when I know I don’t have to look back again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
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