Who is to say what time is?
When we go, stay, live, and die.
Forever is short and long,
At the same time.
Can we choose our life?
I want a change of occupation.
If sadness were hours,
Then this would be an eternity.
Life is but a speck of dirt
Upon the basement tv set.
We feel we can beat time,
But time slowly ticks on.
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- The Poet Boat
- Well you found my blog, and i know what you are thinking what a lame blog. But hey, I like poems and thought maybe you could get something out of them so here ya are
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