Time’s Scythe

February is slipping away.

It is easy to say

I will act tomorrow,

But why not act today?

For each moment I borrow

And Time’s unyielding knife

Ends all joy and strife.

And none can say

When his scythe may fall.

But it must fall

And bring all to dust.

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
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K Morris – Poet