Sunday, May 31, 2015

51. Poetry = E

Each day passes by unabated ...
   We try our best to derailed it ...
   But it continues its journey ...
   Onward, onward ho ...
   To where, no one knows ...

Every evening comes a glorious sunset,
   We sit, make camp and pray ...
   But no rain comes and no prey ...
   Onward, onward again?
   To where we wonder is journey's end

Eventually all walks must end,
   We stopped, stared and dared to hope ...
   But of what use is hopes in this world?
   Onward, onward no more
   To the end when we are here

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