Author's Notes:
I love sonnets.

Fifty Years

So wheezing and whizzing and whorling
Perceiving the past and the present
And floating far into the future
The TARDIS thus travelled her paths

So running and fleeing and going
Away from his people and planet
And falling head-first in adventure
The Doctor thus travelled his paths

They are always young, and always here
They are always old, and always there
Through vortex and rift and web of lies
It is twelve hellos, and twelve goodbyes

The mad man and blue box and all they will do;
Yet the question must remain - Doctor... Who?