Time’s a River
Time’s a river
Coursing past banks of mud
Upon which we stand, rooted,
Helpless to slow its flood
On those banks, we may tread at will,
From toddler’s lunge to elder’s spill
But, grasping at its waters,
They elude us, still.
Time’s a River
Time’s a river
Coursing past banks of mud
Upon which we stand, rooted,
Helpless to slow its flood
On those banks, we may tread at will,
From toddler’s lunge to elder’s spill
But, grasping at its waters,
They elude us, still.
The Seychelles-based Burridge is, in reality, a writer and a legendary figure in these parts. He sports a trim goatee and a fugitive grin. The bespectacled author is also a tourism consultant and freelance copywriter. The compelling nature of his narrative imparts an aura of mystery to his persona and his tales.