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While the crusade jostled with time the autumn years of youth fell leaving gnarls and crooked limbs exposed by old age where the past was no ..

When the poem finds its voice the poet has found the words.

I have no wish to remain when time’s control over mortality collects me.

If you can find eternity in an hour you have found inner peace.

Every lifetime has its day like now.

When you compare a fingerprint with a tree stump you realise we are all one with nature.

Being is no more a life span, a life style.

If you want the equivalent to death with benefits- try sleep - you get to wake up.

Don’t let your mind wander too far from the present.

Mortality- life allocated time to reach an end.