Time
Yon crimson tippit flower we see
Sae delicate,sae fragile, sae wee
Blood red wi the wounds of weary time
And no the victim of ony crime
No long to stay in this heartless world
While far above the stars have whirled
Their radiance glitters and constant
Ageless beside our transient plant
But even these are ephemeral
Black holes swallow things sidereal
Before us eternity or void
One only has mankind fully buoyed
The other leaves our kind sorely pressed
And brings no consolation ,no rest
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2018
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