Here's a poem I made up in English class. It's almost like a haiku.
Time is fleeting
And flies even faster
From grasping hands
Begging it to stay.
Stew on that one for a second. Maybe I should concentrate on poetry while in college. They're short sweet and easy. Hmmmmm.
PS: I've decided to not worry about publishing anymore. In the spirit of Emily Dickinson I write for myself, and maybe my family members who do read this blog. If I'm discovered, I'm discovered, if not I still have a place where I can release my pent up writers energy and enjoy the good hormones that come from it.
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