Recall

jwhhobbs22

Jul 14

1 min read

I think

Were we meant to conjure

As we repeat

Record, replay

With exactitude

When nature’s calls and cries

However similar, are not alike

Yet we do the same in memory

And curiously

To ‘repeat’ can still, or distort

Our selves

As one calls

To times, feelings

Even faded people’s part

While Time pulls its tides forth.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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