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The Poetry of Alan Sheppard...
TIME KEEPER
Life is a melody of sounds played by a deaf mute,
The vibrations pass into him through his penny flute,
He dances too a fine display of rhythm and pace,
Sometimes slower and with a wonderful grace,
His breath he takes in great big gulps of air,
He does every thing within his silent world with flair,
He jumps and jigs through time and space,
Finding one more life to slot into place,
And in the pauses he reviews his work so far,
Judging by the light of many a star,
If he feels a span is out of the required spacing,
Across the cosmos to find karma he goes chasing,
He finds your souls trail by touch alone,
By the vibration of your soul his skill is hone,
His skill is in his special talent displayed,
Just enough to know when your light should fade,
Then in his hand your light goes out at last,
As he slots you back into the past.
Alan Sheppard
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