On Streams & Dreams

Much water, many bridges and the tides of time do change;

the world goes topsy turvy and it looks all kinda strange.

I saw it floating past one day, the future that is past;

it bobbed round in the current and disappeared so fast.

I don’t know where it cam from or where it ended up

I tried so hard to fish it out but I only had a cup.

So now my future’s gone again; down some bloody drain

and I probably won’t see any more till the next good rain.

So I’ll sit here by this little stream and wonder what will be;

whatever I find up ahead – I know that it will be free.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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