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.