THE PASSING OF TIME
A HOLLOW CRY IN THE DARKNESS
BIRDS TAKE FLIGHT IN FEAR
MAN REFUSES TO BELIEVE.
POWER TO CHANGE AT A WHIM
THE ARROGANCE OF THE SPECIES
BUT STILL THE TUNNEL BECKONS
TO ALL THERE IS AN END.
OUR TIME TO STAY IS FINITE
THE PASSAGE DUES ARE HIGH
AND YET WE SEEK AN ANSWER
AN OPENING, AN ESCAPE.
JUDGE YOUR TIME HERE CAREFULLY
AND SEEK THOSE SPECIAL DREAMS
FALTER NOT, BUT STRIVE AHEAD
THE CLOUDS WE FLEE ARE NEAR.
This is a beautiful poem. Ann
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Thank you Ann that means a lot to me!
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My pleasure. 🙂
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I agree. It is beautiful,
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Thanks for the comment Bradley!
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