200 – A Poet’s Life

Yesterday’s a shadow
Tomorrow’s forever
Today’s a standstill

Life is but a day
When day is gone
I cannot hold the future
Try as I may
Life is but a compass
Directing my days
My conscience
My pilot
Leads the way

When the light of my youth
The spark of my being reminds me
That life is ever fleeing
The years quietly slip away
They never last
Leaving me to reflect on memories
From my past

Although life may escape me
Placing my soul at rest
I attempt to catch a vision
Of the future
I try my best to foresee
But I cannot fathom eternity
“Eternity is said not to be an extension of time
But an absence of time”

Graham Greene

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