MARCH OF TIME..

MARCH OF TIME..

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What is a year but a number in time,

One less mountain that we may climb,

Errors we made are logged in the past,

As futures appear to be already cast.

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We all have a birth date as we arrive,

Facing a battle for staying alive,

Born to a world of hate and deceit,

Instructed to trust none one we meet.

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Growing in stature, days spent at school,

Learning how life may often be cruel,

Striving to travel the routes of success,

Provoking a heart attack due to the stress.

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Working a lifetime, paying our bills,

Searching for cures to all of our ills,

Subscribing to pensions which we were sold,

Finding they made less than was told..

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Shadows grow tall, yet fade in the night,

Racing ahead to appear within sight,

They may not age in appearance or size,

Remaining beside us until our demise......

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(c) Rob Bristol Poetry 2020