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Tue 7 Sep, 2004 05:36 pm
Time by FF
My mind is wandering from this plane to the next
I search for those ideas to surfice
The more I realise the less I know
The less I know the happier I become
Wisdom is my sorrow and knowledge my pain
I see all that grows and all that ceases
There time will come from the from old to young
From the big to the tiny I will see them fall
I am alone, I am constant
There is no pleasure there is no pain
Sooner or later they all will dissapeare
There is no reason for what they do
Quarrel over the insignificant is vanity
All is vanity, there is nothing new under the sun
As the preacher proclaimed, the wise king of old
Vanity of Vanity, all is vanity
My comments, in a free-form sonnet (really enjoyed the poem):
Time is a thief in the night, stealing youth,
futures bright, ambition curtailed, derailed,
callous spirit drained crouches in the cold
corners of shadow. The mirror reflects
the pale, impaled on the lance of sorrow.
Bloodshot eyes examine you and inspire
a mission, which waits until tomorrow.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, Macbeth's harsh
judgement passed on man, on guilt, and on the
fleeting passing of time within a life
unlived, unexamined. In the mirror,
you find solace. It tells you "you are good,
fair, talented", and also shows your flaws
like a fatal scar. It asks "and you are...?"
Both of these belong together! A duet, perhaps?
How about a Poem listing from the A2K members all about the topic of time, it would be interesting to see what people come up with....
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