No more added extras

The signs of time
chime with all
things aging.
The crew of mortality
in a stew digest
the moment.
In the no go area
wayward thinking explores
the possibility that
we are all propelled
to be forgotten
from our existence
only to believe
in the hope
our dreams live on.

Reviews

[Vol]

Andrew,
I think about things my history teachers said, like, "In the twelfth century," as though living then was nothing more than the fourteen letters it takes to delineate the whole hundred years, its history, its stone castles, and all those folks who built their thorny love nests. We will be some future people's reference for when the centuries came of age? Maybe, if we can keep from blowing ourselves up.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Vol, if only we still used sticks and stones and not weapons of mass destruction.

[Vol]

We will never learn...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am hearing those chimes and they are getting too damn loud.
Is our poetry in our dreams...the ones we hope to live on?
perhaps.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob for stopping by.

[Sami Khalil]

We sure add extras to our lives with baggage and sorts; even in an airplane, you are required limits on your baggage or luggage to be precise. I think we need to clear lots of baggage; hard to do but doable. Now, I like extras on my burger.
Excellent poems and ideas as usual Emperor.

[andrew mitchell]

Count me in with the extras too Sami especially with Subway lol.

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! I will. A treat on me. You are welcome.