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I'm Late, I'm Late.
Time ticks on
as the white rabbit runs,
and the house of cards
begins to fall.
Dormouse snores
as the mad hatter
chatters unconcerned.
Too late, salvation lies
beyond reach
dates fall from the tree
where silent,
the calendar mocks.
A new comment for a good poem
I know it's an old post
but I'am new
and i like this theme
a story like poems
which is great to read
Thank you, I am so pleased
Thank you, I am so pleased you have taken the time to look through my work, Sue x
Wasn't sure, first thought
Wasn't sure, first thought was "The rabbit died"
"Deepinyourdreams"
Oh yes! Good grief it does
Oh yes! Good grief it does come across that way if that thought has taken hold. But no, all the animals represent me. :-) Sue.
Much enjoyed Respected Alice I too dread such situations
©bishu
Thank you Bishu, once I'd
Thank you Bishu, once I'd thought of the white rabbit everything else followed. sue xx
luvt it....
luvt it....
Thank you very much bolt :-))
Thank you very much bolt :-))
"I like this little write...
"I like this little write... Alice"
"Deepinyourdreams"
Thank you, I hadn't intended
Thank you, I hadn't intended it to have that theme but the thought that I was late paying conjured up the rabbit and the cards bit followed, and that was that. So glad you liked it :-) Sue.