tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow...
just want to write
before the lights fade
before I must leave the stage
running out of time
time may collapse
burst at mere slightest
whim of a pin prick
all I can do is chase
time down...
try to write
as much as I can
while I can
time is slipping
slipping slipping slipping
away forever...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem