Crossing Time
The wrath of time will cling to me and stay
To form a shell on my template of skin
The shores I walk will always guide my way
And show the highs and lows of tides within
The length of time will shorten on my shore
And I will watch the flesh I wear turn gray
The speed of life my thoughts cannot ignore
When death is rushing towards without delay
As I wave to memory's last goodbye
I'll turn to watch the sunsets disappear
No eye will come to comfort me and cry
Rather I'll raise a toast of wine and cheer
The thought of death I'll never comprehend
And only stop to notice at the end
10/25/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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