The taint, the tinge, the stain
The circumference of life’s veracity remains
Oh how we awake as the day seems new
Our very breath is as fresh as the morning dew
We set our mind upon the framework of the day
A fix our mind upon the words we shall say
Whilst in our mind everything still seems new
Life like the bull trodding out what is real, what is true
Life tainted what once seemed fresh and new
Oh my how the tinge of time flys the pendulum swings from hello to goodbye
Fleeting time leaves a stain the fruit where hope once blossomed only memories remain
Give birth to what is real let us live life with zeal
For what resides within us no man can steal
Hold fast for even without sight
That which has been tainted can be resurrected in the light
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Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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