Wreckage of Time
The year has passed. away
And the Sun, marking the Time
Crept down a step further,
Throwing the anguish of the past
On the New comer.
But a bafflement subdues
The buoyancy of his mind
As he returns to the mooring Where the new ends,
Aid Boredom (dispersal In the desolate street)
The Time has kept it tied
And though his legs are trembling
He lingers and then throws himself
On the wreckage of Tomorrow.
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