Poem .... Familiar Days
Life speeds away
An alarming pace
Days repeating
Same time, same place
Been here before
Looking for new
All so familiar
All playing through
Like an old projector
That scene it replays
You want to move on
You want new days
But the projectionist
Is not to be found
And our lives
Keep coming round
It is comforting
In odd sort of ways
That life keeps repeating
Those same familiar days
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