The ink is dry

By Dr Joseph Hawkins, Consultant in Palliative Medicine, Clinical lead for End of Life Care, Ashford and St Peter’s NHS Foundation Trust. Twitter: @JoeHawk75825077

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Stop writing cries the invigilator
Your time is done.
Too much, never enough,
Time once so immutable a concept
Solid as air
Softly blowing a breeze when
A hurricane hits
Moments gone in hours passed.
A metaphor or just an exam
I can’t decide
All I know is that the wind took
My time and now I sit
And wonder where it went.

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