Time

Time is not
Determined by space,
It has no identity,
Persona or face,
Distance is not a
Matter of miles,
It is a thief
Stealing once happy smiles.
Love scattered on
The wings of sorrow,
My today is
Someone’s tomorrow.
Nursing the pain,
It recedes to an ache
With me always,
Asleep or awake.
Time may not heal,
It lingers, and yet
Softens the blow,
So we do not forget.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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