with each swing of my pendulum I cross another line some places hostile others benign from the day I was born seemingly at death’s door my pendulum always pulling me away though someday some say never comes my pendulum swinging farther and faster © 1998 760 hits as of January 2024 01/28/2015
01/28/2015
I know the feeling well. I no longer measure wear my watch. I measure it by the season. Nice write!