Perpetuity Poem by Hannington Mumo
Perpetuity
It's wonderful evening, and at last
The crowning of the beauty of being...
It is not in human flair to command,
As mortals don't owe living anything!
Virgin tomorrow as well shall come.
And the feeble fighting on must go,
Despite ill signs of encircling doom,
The dawning of pinching pain and woe.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: contemplation
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