John Lawless Poet Free verse

2020 Farewell

2020
The sands are running out
falling just outside our grasp
seemingly out of reach,
distant and taunting as they pass.
Closing our eyes we mockingly mourn
these last whimpers of time's fleeting
unrecoverable stolen moments.
Woefully beseeching a fickle god
for relief of our doubts, our fears,
our unanswerable questions
and unanswered prayers.
The grains of life ebb away
uncounted, seeping through
the groping fingers of now.


John G. Lawless
12/26/2020

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Rob Levasseur December 29, 2020 at 9:01 AM "Woefully beseeching a fickle God" great line in a thoroughly enjoyable poem. John Lawless December 29, 2020 at 9:32 AM Thanks Rob. As on who has lived long enough to be an endangered specie I keep tapping the hour glass making sure i use every grain...

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 26, 2020 at 7:00 PM Cheers to you, and the wonderful little now. Great write, xomo John Lawless December 29, 2020 at 9:30 AM getting to know the now is not as easy as it would seem

Akkina Downing December 26, 2020 at 2:51 PM I think it’s a blessing to be able to step out of 2020 and leave all the craziness behind... great poem, John, and wishing you healthy happy new year :) John Lawless December 29, 2020 at 9:28 AM just be sure to wipe your feet, and toss away your gloves and mask before entering the "NEW" year...