| The Reader Oh how I wile away the days while time, long gone repeats it's plea "please don't forget" or "remember me" 'til once again, I'm whisked away. Where time is naught as I journey on each word I read, is one mile gone. A thousand more, I'll pause to breathe and readjust my memory. How free I am; upon your steed of thoughts that ride, o'er moor and plain crossing rivers, then back again to thunder on - answering needs unmet; yet waiting to be found and so, I go another round. A thousand more I'll ride with thee unveiling of life's mystery. Without the words, I couldn't have known each mile traversed, a brand new view Forget-me-nots, reminders too of how we grow - when seeds are sown! Yet; life's not ruled by setting sun but by the deeds that have been done. A thousand thoughts! while history are a writer's road to - eternity ... And so I wile away my days while time, long gone, repeats the plea "please don't forget" or "remember me" 'til once again I'm whisked away. Where time is naught, I'll journey on where each word read is one mile gone. A thousand more to breathe and see my readjusted memory. Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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