They take our lives away,
Make us old and feeble, on the way
I hate Time!
I don’t know how to keep it,
Sweep it or beat it!
So I disregard it
But its always there,
Counting the minutes,
In its lair.
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I can’t forget you,
I try.I will never be preparedFor that final,Goodbye.Love is a specialTyrant,And I can’t evenExplain, Why.
Poetry,
A trip to be had,Great Poetry is always a winner,Whether happy, deep or sad,For it flows like Life itselfAnd can become,One of the best, emotionalAnd unforgettable experiencesYou’ve ever had.
All hope lost,
Rome was lost, corruption most,And now it is our Time.
Want, with moderation,
Prepare yourself for LifeBecause finally,The only one that you canReally count on,Will probably be,You.Remember thatThat ‘No one is better servedThan by oneself’,Says an old French sayingSo, take good careAnd do the right thingYou can much gain,Without losing,Anything.
There’s something
That ordinary poetsCannot do,Your song is likeThe Nightingale’sAlways excellent,Full of feeling,Immensely, appealingAlways prominentFull of beauty,As you reign over usWrapped in a cloakOf exquisite talentAnd resonanceThat so generously,Gets thru.We all are differentAnd differently made,But when it comesTo Poetry,I know yours,Will never fade.
Life is strange,
And no matter where you turn,There’s an empty space, Laughing,Saying, ‘This you cannot learn’.