Lonely Globe Poem by Stasia Uhrhammer

Life is short and time flies by
Without my consent
And I find myself without a purpose
So I shut out the ticking of the clock

Sitting on this lonely globe
Opportunities are lost as we whirl
Round, and round the sun
And soon I’ll be nothing but a name
Lost in the records and the books

The rhythm of life is lost in the sound
Which assaults and deafens Me
And what am I, but a fleeting thought
In the science of this world