morning poem, July 25, 2015


Time taps on my forehead

Just above my brow

It mumbles about sales

And necessary maintenance

And roads lost if not taken.


I give up

I have not time

For all of time’s demands

I rest in the promise of eternity.


Copyright 2015

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5 Responses to morning poem, July 25, 2015

  1. GB was very impressed with this. Two thumbs up.

  2. A // W // F says:

    I keep thinking of Prufrock … Measuring our lives in coffee spoons … I’ll take the promise of eternity, for sure. ❤

  3. A // W // F says:

    And P.S. In case you couldn’t tell: I love this.

  4. labeak52 says:

    Thanks! I’m encouraged.

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