Time is a friend,
from the beginning to the end,
sometimes slow, sometimes fast,
a companion to the last.
Through the ups,
through the downs,
clock face moving round and round.
It’s a constant you can’t chase,
take it’s value from watch face,
creation of the human race.
Whether rich or poor,
time comes marching through the door,
you can’t stop it’s constant march,
life’s a blast but not meant to last.
Another Poem About the Silk Road
There’s a town twixt Europe and Asia,
where the Ural river splits the land,
a bridge of golden promise,
where the silk road stands so proud.
History all around us,
centuries old trading post,
today’s its the home of black gold,
on the shimmering Caspian sea.
If you want to explore its rich history,
it’s only a plane ride away,
beautiful, rich land and cultural,
Atyrau, Kazakhstan is its name.
A poem about the historic silk road
A road and a story as old as time,
Asia and Europe crossing a line,
bridging divides between people and culture,
crisscrossed with danger, predators and vultures.
Dusty and hot, snowy and cold,
lined with silk and incense and gold.
Through valley high and river deep,
the road is so long and no time to sleep,
goods to buy, to sell and exchange,
travelling by horse days out on the range.
Riches in person, in life and in spirit,
life’s an adventure, go out and live it.
A poem about the ever changing face of the earth
The summer breeze, those autumn leaves,
The winter’s ice and snows so deep,
The first breath of spring, and the life it brings,
The four seasons of earth, the agents of change
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