Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose

The Time Gone

Where has the time
gone to
where are my thoughts
when I drift off
that I’ve forgotten something
where are the sunny days
of my youth
the people, I spent time
the dreams we had
where are those
that have fallen along
the wayside
have they attained
eternal life
or, are they just gone
gone away for good,
where are my feet taking me
willing, or not
why has my life formed me
in this way, but not that
why are my words filled
with questions, lacking only
question marks?



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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