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In a Nut Shell


The young days were slow and fine.
The middle time was like a sweet poetic rhyme.
The old days were like expensive wine,
sweet, cool and divine.

But, now all the sand in the hourglass
has sifted to the bottom at last and no
longer can I identify the reflection in
the mirrored glass.

Now it’s sad for me to say,
" Great fun its been…
but ashes to ashes,
dust in the wind
I will never, ever
pass this way again."


Jackie R. Kays
2001…Copyright






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