Time's Demise

by ben thompson   Mar 20, 2007


Soft pink petals wither quietly in the swarthy night.
Warrior's release their foes souls with frivolous delight.

When winter's icy call beckons it matters not who you are.
Death will search midnight over, his reach is near and far.

A ancient and stubborn oaks branches sag under time's weight.
A wise and devout old women awaits transition to heaven's gates.

A statue both worn and weathered cracks under the sun's brilliant rays.
A hollowed and wasted man eaten by cancer's ravenous rage.

Our stories end speeds forth and tastes so bittersweet.
Seems like just yesterday the world was at our feet.

We never know which breath we take will finally be our last.
So live each moment the best you can, leave sadness in the past.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Barry

    Ben beautifully written with a message I fully understand...the last two line sting.
    I also appreciate very much your comment.
    Life is short....it is what we do with it that counts... thoughtful poem with wisdom!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by debbylyn

    Nicely written.....good flow and great message....

    We never know which breath we take will finally be our last.
    So live each moment the best you can, leave sadness in the past.

    Awesome last lines! Debbie

  • 17 years ago

    by Romantic Lover

    This was a great poem. Very well written.

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Ben
    Wonderful piece. The word choices are great! The way you can make the reader think of things is truely amazing.

    We never know which breath we take will finally be our last.
    So live each moment the best you can, leave sadness in the past.

    How true this is.
    Thinking of you
    Cindy

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