The Ink
"THE INK"
Spots left behind; a blur of once upon a time
To be was just an example, and furthered humankind
I to am a splatter of semi-existence;
To be forgotten as time presses on
WHY ? the unanswered question;
That leads a sane mind astray
I ask but, still no answer
As slowly life fades away
If time was of no importance, how would I guide this life I live
But, time is the utmost importance and very little do we have to spare
Fast will come death to claim us;
despair soon will follow behind
I don't want to die
As I'm sure many another feel the same
Yet, all will die; this is the inevitability that we all do share
Left behind the written
Memoirs of a lifetime; read with eyes tear filled
And at books closing; what we all must someday feel.
Copyright © Martha Reeves | Year Posted 2009
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