Who are these babes that mothers hold
Petite and fragile, so many years to go?
They represent our youth, we the old
Nature's replenishment, the living flow...
The passing!
--But with the passing truth is told,
the coming sunset the growing old.
--O this pleasured thing, sometimes painful thing;
This thing...
By name is life!
Who are these ageless ones
Hearts beat strong, so full of life?
They are their fathers' sons
Who fall in love then take a wife...
The passing!
--But with the passing truth is told,
the coming sunset, the growing old.
--O this pleasured thing, sometimes painful thing;
This thing...
By name is life!
Who are these decrepit ones, so close to demise
Withered health, with little left to collect?
They are the knowlege we seek, the very wise
Teachers of our youth, fountains of intellect...
The Passing
--But with the passing truth is told,
the coming sunset, the growing old.
--O this pleasured thing, sometimes painful thing;
This thing...
By name is life!
Waste not a single moment...
for in that moment, we shall pass on.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
