These Trifles Are Temporary
As one unable, or wishing
To bear no more this
Each wretched concern, unwarranted
Whilst overstressed is
Respectless Time, great scoffer of
Lasting worth's pretence
Sustain, will he; by this grant of
Symbolic foresight.
Posits you, a soul, bubble-freed
Above which sea's might
Death's dark, that old world engulfs; now
Of no consequence.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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