Time
I’m down to my last few grains of sand.
Nothing that I’ve ever tried seemed to go as
planned.
This futile attempt at reason has befallen
me to rhyme.
A dark and troubled childhood has given
Me nothing to cling to but time.
Only time will tell, what kind of legacy
that I’ve left.
How many souls I’ve touched and my
memory they’ve cleft.
A lifetime spent in Hell perhaps to eternally
Sleep and dream of heaven.
Copyright © Robert Hall | Year Posted 2007
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