The Time Too Late

When the clock stops ticking
when the day does not break
when the night refused to fall
when the sun does not rise
when the season ceased
when the spirit leaves the body
when all flesh cannot change things
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Babcock Avatar
November 30, 2011 at 3:28 PM
Sounds like the end of our time on earth with this unique write. God Bless Phyl
Wesley Avatar
November 15, 2011 at 8:48 AM
Sounds like the end of the world. And the way its going one wonders how long.
Williams Avatar
November 13, 2011 at 8:44 AM
hey Mats time and tide..... thanks for your comments..David
Dietrich Avatar
November 12, 2011 at 8:54 PM
when you said "just trying to figure in mind" what did you mean? (about the winter poem?) by the way, I have never been involved in getting a tree from the wilderness, it was just something to imagine. This poem here is like Revelations, just not "long" but very prophetic! Good one, Mathias.
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November 12, 2011 at 6:51 PM
Mathias, a deep thought... ..Have yourself a wonderful night..Thank you for sharing your interesting thoughts and words. Take care ;-) ..p.d.
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