Posted in Poems

The flight of time

Running, running the immortal race,
Hearth not thou any man’s plea.
God or mortal the man may be,
Follow thou the same, steady pace.

Centuries go past but thou not know,
Aeons vanish swiftly in thy shadow.
Birth of man, death of man.
Countless battles won, countless battles lost.
History made and history forgotten.
Fall of evil or rise of good.
End of world if happen should
Thou will not cease thy beat.

Tire not thou of thy journey
Though thou travel for eternity.



I'm a writer, a poet, an observer and a studier of life.

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