Poetry Corner: The Passing of Pitch and Toss

The ghosts of the past they don’t talk to me much anymore Futures lost don’t write me with possibilities that could have been Today, it forgets me, a candle with no need of wisdom, it soon shall flicker   Time moves on, I am an artefact of memory, no longer needed Friends like time, lost… Continue reading Poetry Corner: The Passing of Pitch and Toss

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