the time that’s gone
the clock ticks on
the dreams switch off
at ten,
I was there when
and can’t remember how
or even why,
come to think of it
maybe it wasn’t me.
that’s a relief, but
the clock still ticks
and the time’s still gone.
I was never mostly almost sometimes,
at times I was nearly there
and now I am
as an afterthought
Napoleon’s in a bottle and
not at Waterloo
© 2019, John Smallshaw.
