Once Upon A...,
Eighty-eight ......to the minute,
Upright and true.
I marched , amongst the throng.
Forgetful....., of you.
No futures my past.
Memories , never , meant to last.
It's all about her.....
Not about you!
Her name, like countless others,
Is written, forever,
in the sands.......
of
Time.
Giajl © Jim Love