time is an illusion
as it passes by
the one thing that never ends
but we never have enough of
as it passes by
second by second
hour by hour
day by day
as it passes by
in a never ending cycle
we call life
as it passes by
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6 comments:
Great work, Wesley!
I am delighted to see that you posted this poem.
You put into words what I think about time. And you did it so well!
I love the repetition of the title.
Keep up the good work!
Lori Mayo
be quiet ms mayo
You guys are funny... This is a lovely poem, wesley, although I do miss the panda king and your usage of "necromancer"... hee hee hee...
Keep Writing
Cheers!
Wesley, love the depth of this poem. I'm really glad to see that you are starting to share your amazing talents and thoughts with others. Keep it up!
Wesley
You have a unique perspective on life.
Wesley -
this poem reminds me of the view of some people that impermanece is a fundamental conditon of life and that what most people call "reality" is really a dream - like a movie - that seems real...but is actually as empty and luminous as a rainbow.
Good, bad, happy, sad...it all fades away
like the imprint of a bird in the sky.
Keep writing...it is a courageous and revolutionary thing to do.
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