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time, that beautiful handmaiden
whispered in my ear:
you gotta get going baby
you gotta get going
death is near
but i’ve got songs to write
sweet melodic words to pen
surely it must be a sin
to die with them within?
then you gotta write baby
you gotta write
get those words down on a page
act them out on the stage
oh time, my sweet, won’t
you love me more?
i’ll pen a phrase, turn a word or two
in honour of your amour
i can’t baby i can’t
you have what time you have
and no more
(knock, knock)
what’s that i hear?
tis death knocking at the door
 – c.lowe
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This is very good. It has a classical ring to it which you’ve developed extremely well. Great ending!
Thanks Beaman.
Lovely dear friend.. Thank you for sharing your talent with us.
Big kiss
It smoothly flows. Nothing jarring.
i like how she talks to you with endearments…that gave the poem a different kind of rhythm as i read it aloud.
This poem has a flirtacious quality I love, that makes the ending have a lot more punch.
Oh wow…that makes me want to accomplish something today…time doesn’t stop does it??
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The voice I had in my head when I wrote this was Jamie Lee Curtis playing a prostitute in Trading Places, specifically the scene where she is feeling up Dan Akroyd.