Cruising Through Time
Saddled up
And wading out,
We all embrace – though tentatively at first,
Our golden leaf ticket,
Validated by the conductor of our birth.
Often – it takes a while
For us to realise,
That our bodies
Are the carriages,
Of nature’s own time machine.
Witnessing change first hand,
And reliving the past in our minds,
We are all experts
By the time we step off,
And hand over our ticket stubs – though reticent,
To the grinning skull,
Of the sickle bearing station master!
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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 2009
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