poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I remember one day
I remember one hour
I remember one minute
I remember it well

The first one I counted
A minute, an hour, a day
I'll remember... but after that?

I don't notice the seconds!
They just fly buy
The minutes they are fuzzy!
As clouds in the sky

The hours pass quickly!
I have done my time
Yet the day will always be
A good friend of mine