Ant Smith

All poems

Time seems to flow

Time seems to flow from start to end
With occasional points we comprehend
As anchors in a sea of age
Or the turning of a written page

Congratulations it's a boy
Happy Christmas, peace and joy
Eternity plods along a path
From chance to chance and to mishap

Depression holds me in the past
Anxiety's a future trap
We measure lives in coffee spoons
And dwell on ghosts within our rooms

Clocks run down and suns burn out
And life is lived beneath a cloud
Where will I be a year from now?
Laid out pretty in fine white shroud

Time seems to flow from start to end
With occasional points we comprehend
As a moment where we made a choice
But so few moments to rejoice

Time seems to flow from start to end
With occasional points we comprehend
Time travel can, bring on the bends
What time breaks, only time can mend