My Life In Time


The days continue my life in time

Tis but yet another rhyme

Be grateful dog for crumbs from clouds

Your place among them cast earthly shrouds

That no one knows when they be lift

You among them may set a drift

To places only poets know

Where no man comes from where all may go

To see the world he has built

From earthly crumbs, he grabs with hilt

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