Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Time

The time is far past
I knew it could not last.
So much that need to be done
It is now all gone.

I now must go to bed
So no more can be said.
I wish I could do more
So you would not be bored.

Alas it has past.
How much more can I cast
In this string of word
To make a sword.

For in the past we could see
What we wanted to be.
Now that time has past
Our wants are last.

Can we go back
To when we were not sacked.
The only way to see
Is to try and be.

Go forth and concur
In times of succor.
You may find your soul
In going after your goal.

©2014 Brady L.B.

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