Poetry: Time

Poetry: Time

by Liam

Ripples follow the waves to shore

Pebbles roll in the crash and roar

Our seconds, your minutes, all days till life’s done

March forward forever this time conundrum

A babe be born, life’s time to defend

To wear loves crown seems to condescend

Quickened life laughs, will still stumble and fall

Time which gave, again takes all

The flush of youth, passions high felt cry

The old mans stick, beauty too will die

The bolt of light from whence we came

The funeral pyre as we return again

Cruel the hand which swings the scythe

Let hope live on in my rhythm alive.

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