Before It's Too LateA Poem by PeteNothing can be more useful to a man than a determination not to be hurried. - Thoreaublind to hindsight and lacking the wings of a fourth dimension sparrow unable to discern true center in order to gather all of the rich marrow lend me a straw with its girth upon my shoulders buoy my burdens with tears in my eyes like a flood shut the gate weary world spinning hurriedly out of control summon forever and liberate me from the bondage of being an ingrate sand in an hourglass exhausted when yesterday is early and tomorrow is late tighten the lid of my soul and seal my fate call the divine taylor of time and hem me straight stitch me a moment with careful, thimbled fingers wink me a minute so that my final hour lingers
buy me an eternity with your pieces of eight quickly before it's too late © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 25, 2023 Last Updated on February 26, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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