Like Nero fiddling as Rome burns
I twiddle my thumbs as clock-hands turn.
Waiting, watching as it passes by
Looking forward to the end of time.
Passing Time
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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