Sep 2020
sometimes my mind is
racing with words
I have to hurry to
find paper and pen
I can't tarry
Once the moment
Is gone it's gone
locked in the hidden
treasures of time
racing with words
I have to hurry to
find paper and pen
I can't tarry
Once the moment
Is gone it's gone
locked in the hidden
treasures of time
This written after I forgot to title.my poems
Tried to title.this one
Tried to title.this one
