Collect call to Canterbury

Written by Thirdtimelucky
  • 01 May 2018



Passing through 
and that's all we ever do

I am humbled by your cheers,
my joy 
akin to that when I was
but a boy is boundless

(Who said hop it?)
stop it
you're making me cry.

Each milestone passed is
one more nearer to the last
( realism is a necessity )
not necessary some would say,
not even on a sixty second birthday?
and I'll go with that view

after all 
passing through may be 
what we do
but 
there's no law against taking
as much time as possible
to admire the view 
and that'll definitely do
for me.

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