The Age of Reason
With confusion in the wind
Time comes to an end
Purpose of the strife
Dream’s of a life
No secrets to hide
No more to confide
Thoughts are insane
Only memories remain
Nothing left to do
Not one thing ensues
God’s gift did cheat
His lamb so sweet
Innocent and dear
It lived in fear
Knows not what for
It never asked for more
While waiting for time
To make sense of the rhyme
Is it the age of reason?
Or just mental treason?
April 4, 2005
Copyright © Tina Thornton | Year Posted 2005
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