Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Tempus fugit
Tempus fugit
That breath
you have taken
you will never
breathe again.
The harsh words
you have spoken
can never
be unsaid.
That memory
you are making,
the teardrop
in your eye
and tomorrow
claims the lot,
every thing
a fleeting lie.
Be not afraid
though, little one.
Time flies like this
for everyone.
Verba sunt ista, non est. 🙂 I’m not a Latin scholar. I looked it up. It’s the translation of: truer words were never spoken.
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Thanks for the education, and the comment!
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Beautiful post
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Aww. Thank you my friend!🙂
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Please read my post
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okay!🙂
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True indeed and wisely stated 🙏
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Dauphy amazes himself sometimes!🙂
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I love how tomorrow claims the lot. My favorite line. 🙂 Enjoyed.
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Thank you my friend!🙂
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No stopping it. wonderful write.
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Thank you🙂
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You’re welcome. 😊
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Brilliant. One day, stay on the meds and put together a compendium of your serious stuff. Classically profound and one thinks beyond the reach of clown. Not, so, we see.
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Thank you Monsieur SP. The classically profound I like, but that’s down to Dauphy. I am simply his foil. Not sure I should stay on the meds for too long! Don’t want to get addicted to the blighters.
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This is brilliant my friend!
A fine retort to one of my recent pieces – although I’m not claiming it has anything to do with me! 😉🖤
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Thank you. I think we are subconsciously influenced by others all the time, so take some credit!🙂
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Aw, well I’m glad to have inspired such an amazing piece – in whatever small way I did 😁👍🖤
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🙂
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👏👏
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🙂
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