Fridayam's BlogYears end, years begin and
few choose to notice the slow
annihilation of time whilst
fireworks burst and promises are
made and broken amidst their
effervescent sparkle, and anyway
who does not prefer the
festive fervour of hope against the
steady paring of life’s nails?
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Comments
well manicured piece
I really enjoyed this one – especially the last two lines – gives pause for thought – perhaps we should be more aware of each moment
I prefer hope for sure!
The passage of years do happen as you have written and there is diddly squat that we can do about it.