I
continually
take the
past
bring it
forward
trying
to
make it
the
future.
But the
door
has been
closed,
and
locked.
the key
thrown
into the
endlessness
of time.
somewhere
at the
bottom
of
the
ocean.
(c) copyright heather burns 2009
But there is always hope......because time only really exists in the present.
I can relate to this because it's how I feel with ongoing phone problems,and finding a job and the lack of any socialization around here.
Time is always hard to grasp..So love well and true, while time is still there,very nice poem H...