A thought carried on the winds of time.

Time deals with life

with its hands

as no more

a thought that

appears in the night

only to disappear

in the day.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... the hands of a Clock will
turn an Hour Glass over and over if set free...
brilliant Me... he he

[andrew mitchell]

Why didnt I think of that lol!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

goodbye thought...hello day...can someone turn those clocks back, please.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

And for me too , thanks for your words on my silly scribbles:)

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"Time deals with life with its hands...." a great line, Andrew...

Much like time itself, thoughts are fleeting; they are present in one minute and gone the next. And so are all of us, when you think of your poem in those terms. We are all finite.

Some more great wisdom from your pen. A fine piece.

[andrew mitchell]

You are much too kind my friend. Thanks for your kind words Doodley, lovely encouragement.