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The Time Away

A Poem

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The time away floats through me
like an hourglass with no glass
a gentle washing of my psyche
to cleanse my own palate
and readjust my perceptions
of what this is all for

Why was I here
and did I pile too much
on top of these shoulders
that the weight made it
harder to write…




A place to call my own. Poetry by Jonathan Greene.

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Jonathan Greene

Jonathan Greene

Father, poet, writer, real estate investor/team leader, certified life coach, sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life. IG: trustgreene |

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