Untitled #4

is it

the

hour

or

the

age?

know

all things

pass

time turns

its

page

like

the works

of

Ozymandias

nothing beside

will

remain

it's the calendar that sneers in cold command

the

dying

of

a

light

that

good

night

against

which

we

rage

and

rage

and

rage

decades 

die

fields fallow

lie

we're tall buildings built on sand

so we'll wave

goodbye

and I'll wonder

why

as

to

all

the 

things

I'd

planned

Reviews

[Brandy]

' time turns its page. ' So true. Every day is a mystery and you never know what the next moment will bring.

This is so thought provoking.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. Poignant and deep.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks Tom, as always!