Jump The Gun Poem by William B. Deutscher

Jump The Gun



Jump the gun
In your own good time
Listen to the sound
Of your gray morning wind chimes

Jump the gun
Down the quiet country grove
Think about love
In your salty sea-washed cove

It's not a lot
But it's still too much
Forget-me-not
Remembered as such

Jump the gun
Through all the seasons of play
Live in the past
And watch as it washes away

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