MY TIME
Time moves slowly, very slowly...
S l o w l y I chase it
I crawl with it
The days are l o n g so very l o n g
Minutes become hours
six hundred minutes per hour
Time does not fly
My time goes afoot.
October 14, 1998
MYJA
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| THE SEASONS OF THE HEART/ The Play | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| MY TIME | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| A Mother's Advice to her Daughter | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| TIME | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| MY BROKEN DREAM | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| PRACTICALITY | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Through my Rose Color Glasses | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
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