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Hiding (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #28)   Leave a comment

Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
Always smiling and abiding,
Much of life is spent in hiding.
So I write these words for guiding
And leave you with a thought that lingers:
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.

– SR Romney 2020

A Bit Too Cold (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #12)   Leave a comment

Life has grown a bit too cold
As every moment passes by.
Despite the warmth I try to hold,
Life has grown a bit too cold.
Love is worth it’s weight in gold,
And I’m a beggar asking why
Life has grown a bit too cold
As every moment passes by?

– SR Romney 2020