Astray

kuoobie poems 1 Minute

We hardly realise going off tracks; lost time flies past so fast!

We are slowly drifting away
Into the swifts of change
Along pleasures that prey
Seasons roll past a slim wage
Tides rising, falling; plying astray
A heart’s solemn pledge:
Steady in finding it’s way,
Whilst age stories fill a page;
Dragged and trailed asway.

— Kenyanito Biko, 2021.

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A story teller with a blog.

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16 thoughts on “Astray”

      1. Oh of course! He’s sweet and friendly, and very smart–may have a poet’s heart 🙂 ❤ I also have a very much older bear named "Manhattan"–I'll have to wake him up one day so I can take his photo!! 🙂

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      3. I’m glad you find me amusing–humor is vital, right? I called him Manhattan because I was born in New York, New York–though I only lived there 2 years before my parents moved south. 🙂

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