The Other Side of Time
Days whipping by
calendar real
Father Time waits
for no one and brings all of us
to the same destination
As a stream creates
smooth pebbles
So does time wear
down our rough
edges
When the last songbird
has sung its tune
Then light from the sky
will illuminate our
path
Walking on "gilded splinters"
We reach out for eternity
We will be cut down eventually
but it won;t be for lack of trying!
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016
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