Time is runing out

No time, no time
There’s plenty of time
Depending upon our perspective.
I spoke to a friend
A great artist I know
With loads of ideas
To convey to the world.
A piece of her work
Takes months to produce
And hangs in great exhibitions.
Lots of ideas
She told me about
In the course of a brief conversation.
Not time, she concluded
To work with them all.
And how to describe what I felt?
No common complaint
That the day is too short;
My friend is ninety two.

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About Rosalie Squires

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