Time
Time is a mocking bird, flight unsure
her path undetermined, but planned and pure-
the aged lust for her
the youth refute her-
her song is joyful, and sad at times
mocking us all with rhythmic rhymes-
death uncertain, but given due
her end, she prays, swift and true-
her length of flight, short or long
cannot be traced, lost is her song-
her wings tired
she falls to the earth, hated and desired
Copyright © James Sessions | Year Posted 2013
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