Uriah Hamilton

Along The Resurrection March - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Time is the baby cradle
Turning into a coffin,
Teenagers making love
In the backseat of a car
Becoming an elderly couple
Holding hands in a grocery store,
Time can be a terrible distance
With an incline more steep
Than a mountain peak
Unapproachable by explorers,
Time is the poetry
Of melancholy memories
That must vanish in the grave.

Comments about Along The Resurrection March by Uriah Hamilton

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (8/4/2007 8:52:00 AM)

    Time passes and we must go with it. But if our poetry speaks well of us, we have not lived in vain. I agree with Rajaram. This is an excellent poem.

    Warmest regards,

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  • Rookie - 26 Points Rajaram Ramachandran (7/22/2007 7:27:00 PM)

    An excellent poem-Time and tide waits for no man. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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