https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2019/09/22/three-things-challenge-9/
Walking through trees
Into the dip
The clubhouse appears
At water’s edge
We see scraps
Dogs start sniffing
Our chosen walk
Where boats moor
Delights each day
Many
Masks deceive those
Who are unwary pull
Them into the maelstrom of pain
Confused
They wilt
The lifeblood sucked right out of them
Beware the witches brew
Looking like gold
Test all
Time is our prison
Holding us in a moment
Spread your wings and fly
There once was a flea called Sheila
Who really was rather a squealer
She didn’t like this
And she didn’t like that
So she ended up with a scrap dealer
A flea who wore a chick dress
Got into rather a mess
It was a bit short
And everyone thought
That she couldn’t have worn much less
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Time waits
In the shadows
For the dawning of light
Watching the flickering dancing
Flames of
Pure gold
Sees them approach, knowing that soon
They will envelop dark,
Eternity
Calls us
Onwards,
The only way
To go for standing still
Can never happen, time moves on
And we
Must move
Too, though the pathway be rocky
Better than ease, comfort
Only lasts for
A time
