Fleeting Thing

Poem By William B. Deutscher

Nobody knows this tune you see
The one with the sorry sting
Don't ask me how it came to be
It seems such a fleeting thing

Nobody cares or so they say
The time lost as its happening
And once it's gone it's gone all the way
It seems such a fleeting thing

In our little bit of day
The sun shines on through
And the calendar frays
In our cold spot of night
A kiss turns to dark
And frosts the moonlight

Nobody does everything in time
It's just a song to sing
Strip it all down to a functional rhyme
It seems such a fleeting thing

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