The watchers
In life we were philosophers
Socrates, Plato, Aristotle,
Observing all,
Probing into every nook and cranny
Of life's inexhaustible shuffle.
Now we watch over
Oblivion,
Nothing born into something
Brief,
Only to shrivel and fade into
Nothing again.
Without the means to ascertain
The why for which they came.
And if indeed, they came for
Anything.
We sit upon our waterfall;
Souls flowing in and out,
Robbed of reason and of rhyme
By that great enemy:
Time.
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
