So Fast


Here I go, human again
and all that that implies—
able to notice wonderful things
and too, when my heart dies.

I guess I can't deny,
what sustains it all—
when things were in my favor
I had no complaint at all.

But now, your just not worth—
that lovely past—
or anything that's coming.

Oh time, you soothe,
then hurt so fast.

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Copyright ©2008 Robert Fulton Laird
Website: www.flatsongs.com

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