In Days of Old
In days of old, as nature's dust laid heavy upon the unexplored land...
As life's untameness bearing it's suffering........
Among all those about....
When deep laughter, became lost within...
When life 's survival lay within actions of other's hands...
When life's uncertainities were.......
Unknown mysteries of living times.
When man's decisions weighing between life or death.....
Binding his soul.....One of which he, himself and God only knew....
Hath, in reality man changed time?......
Or hath time really changed man?....
Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2007
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