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A poem by a Forward employment service client

Where did all the time go
The hands waved goodbye
They soared across the oceans
And vanished into the sky

I often reflect on what I could have done
And not on what could be,
I remember when I daydreamed
Whilst sitting on the booster seat

But now the adults are talking
Upon the melancholy hill
About my wasted potential
And how the pendulum sits still.