ROLLING
ALONG
Life floats
by, passed unseeing eyes
Each day
indistinguishable, trying to be discreet.
Today
passes by, rolling along, soon to become a yesterday.
Can I
stop it?
No.
Can anyone
stop it?
I don't know.
Love passes
by, beyond clasping hands.
It stays
tantalizingly before you, then it is gone.
Love floats
by, rolling along, soon to become a memory.
Can I
have it?
Yes.
For how
long?
I don't know.
Words by John Collins
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