Wednesday, 15 June 2016


Time matured it into a mistake,
A memory, painful, hard to take,
A dream died, with honor, respect,
Died in the line of duty and respect,
Enclosed its ghost, in a dark closet,
It's the trash that time will deposit.

"Time Will Deposit"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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