Clouds rush by as years
Quickened and blurred
Life dashes
Drift and drift and drift
Have I a cloud?
A spirit to float on present wind?
Nay, I am a tether anchored in past,
Chained
Worry escapes to future where is hope,
Abandoned
Tears streak a far off gaze,
Chastened
Molded in past
Weighed in present
Promised in future
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