As Time Seeps By Part One
Once upon a Midnight dreary
Sank my heart weak and weary
Patience for Life growing thin
The Shadow of Death slips in
Cloaked in black robe, with hands of bone
A skull face, eyes of glass stone
He paced across the floor to my bed
With hour glass in hand, waiting for me to be dead
Sickness in throat, eyes hardly open
My soul peered through it's windows
But not a word could be spoken
He placed his bone hand upon my forehead
A smile raced across his skeleton face
Evidence I would soon be dead
He looked at me with those eyes of stone
He glanced about the room insuring we were alone
He pulled up a chair and with this he sat
He placed the hour glass upon my lap
"Your life will soon be mine. your memory lost in time
Reflect now upon the past for soon the sand
Shall fall to the bottom of my hour glass."
After this had he said, once again he did place
The whited bone hand upon my face
With fingers of bone my eyes he did close
Visions rampant started to unfold
In a voice not unknown but never had I heard
To those pictures in my mind he gave word
A cry for life, a mother's smile
A doctor's and nurse's sigh of relief
"Well done, sir." The doctor nods with gratification
Outside "It's a boy" shouts a father's satisfaction
The boy is strong, he grows fast
An average boyhood he does have
Full of love, mischief and wonders but it does not last
An emptiness haunts him and he grows sad
School years eclipse him right by
He graduates with honors his parents pride
He's sent off to college, on his own he must be
He's lonely and critical but manages a degree
A bachelors, a masters, a PHD
His parents are proud of him, their hearts full of glee
Success he has known all through his life
School, friends and a new career fill him with strife
But an emptiness haunts him, a feeling lingers on
It cuts into him deep as if it were a knife
He has never truly loved, never really had life
Emotions he does not understand, feelings he refused
In the business world he forgets, there work is his refuge
Hours on hours, day till midnight, he spends his time
The loneliness is there, in ledgers he keeps lost his mind
He gets sucked into his career, profits stack high
Famous and industrious to others he has become known
But in reality he is a tycoon all alone
Sorrows and troubles he keeps to himself
Never a misery could he share
Never had he found anyone to care
Than one day in his midlife
He bumps into a lady quite different from his life
(Continues As Time Seeps By part two)
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2014
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