The world, my world
Spins fast enough, (at 700 to1000 miles per hour) to keep
The lot of its inhabitants
From a torpedo flight into outer space
That same breakneck speed,
Though I work as fast as I can”
Keeps me from ever, ever, catching up,
From ever reaching that proverbial finish line
I’ve packed each day with lists “To Do”
And done or not, the next day comes
How can 365 x 50 have flown so quickly,
Into the never-ending vault of memories?
nice work, Karen...
enjoyed.....
Art Sun...
Thanks for shARING!!
Love Tinka
Got your name right this time (sorry) thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
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