As the Years

Float on by


Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

Time drifts under the bridge.
And floats into the nether.
Lines of life contour the way.
Beyond the purple heather.

The rivulets and tributaries
Meander far and wide
However, I am still the same.
Beneath and deep inside.



David Rudder
Woodworkers of the World Unite!!!

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.