Standing Time Trains stations, cold lonely places Rushing through new fields Is there time to stop and stare? Greeted by fresh winds waiting Onward the journey continues Never looking back Over my shoulder I leave the past behind Making no plans this time Everything must come as it will Tarry not for yesterday, today has its own troubles Remember to take slow strides this Yesterday will not catch up with you… ©AnitaDawes2022
PS: I’m not quite ready to change chairs today, but Anita has been busy!
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