16 february 2012

poetry

Bron Dayvid
Bron Dayvid

Now O'clock

 
The clock ticks and ticks.
But what is time.
It matters not when.
Shame on those who dwindle on the past.
Whether life begins in order to end.
Shame on those who dare to even ask.
There is no future I risk foreseeing.
For we are happening now.
All living beings.

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