A pantoum shared with Sadje’s What Do You See #324 image prompt.
Here I am again, fighting time,
memories are swept on the breeze;
They spilt through these fingers of mine
and found impossible to please.
Memories are swept on the breeze,
to retrace my steps on the sands,
and found impossible to please,
as the future slips from my hands.
To retrace my steps on the sands,
this endless toil, so repeated;
As the future slips from my hands,
can the past ever be cheated?
This endless toil, so repeated,
slipping through these fingers of mine.
Can the past ever be cheated?
Here I am again, fighting time.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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