It’s time

It’s time

To hear the bells toll,

To feel the rhythm flow,

To taste the warm air

As it flows all over your face.

To smell the oven-baked bread.

To wish for a better future,

Happy birthday, they say, without realising

That sometimes you wish you hadn’t lived to see this day

But

Inside

You know, it will all be okay.

Author: Richard Barton

Hopeful blogger and precarious poet: I try my best to take some good photos, too.

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