Now Or NeverA Poem by PeteThe man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready. - Thoreauunequivocal shouting next to me pivotal whispering from a mile away measure tip to tip my outstretched arms a whirling dervish of time subject to sway all we have is the spin of today the rotation of yesterday is gone it sleeps in the hall closet on a plastic hanger pay no attention to its worn grooves it behooves © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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