moves behind

By Colin_Smyth

telephone bidder

there are times when i would like to be a poet,
to be able to write,
about things i've done that day.

there are times when i'm with others
who have been asked to do things for others,
in their lives
and i enjoy the banter as a result.

there are times when the light fades
and all i have left of the day
is an image
that i see before me.

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