Of Time and Fears


Of Time and Fears


“It is not death but time I fear”

he said with sadness reflected eyes

and truth behold when feed the lies

of what we are or shall become

when death is near.

“And what is love we hold so dear?”

Ah, if love could only forever last,

It felt like rain in warm mid-spring

a gentle breeze, a storm now past.

“But what will be when we are done?”

We were but dust and dust alone

when love and life is just a fling

that leave a trace so hard to follow,

just taste the sweet and bitter swallow

for then one day the end will come

and it’s not death but time we fear.



2 thoughts on “Of Time and Fears

  1. Great poem! I really like it😊

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