Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Desperation

  
      Inspiration yields to desperation
        with each tick of the clock
      underarms damp as the back of your knees
        soiling even your frumpy frock... 

      Time is finite, you know it’s true
         though it seems it’s out to choke just you
      a thought races past, is it your last
         ~ an alarm goes off, the die is cast

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Kim Rodrigues June 17, 2025 at 7:14 AM That is when I take a breath and look up. Is our clock running out or are we just running into eternity with all our prayers carried within.

Joseph P. DiMino June 16, 2025 at 7:08 AM I know one thing, I am more aware of wasting time -- . Trying now always to get to the point, having little patience for too many, unnecessary words. Time is more than many. Good one friend.

sara Etgen-Baker June 16, 2025 at 5:18 AM that sense of urgency seems profound as I age. Sometimes, thoughts and inspiration are here in one moment and literally gone when I blink my eyes. What the heck! yellow rose