The Time Before Dying... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

In seperate worlds, they breathe now;
so sad, these worlds, like coffins,
each silent to the other,
yet life be ever present,
just enough to offer Chance, Time...Hope-
for two Hearts beating, drumming;
tho' neither will feel
the others pulse Today,
o'er' the pain,
the madness... of Yesterday.

Time tolls, and its echo fades in moments,
its forward arrogance...non-negotiable;
But, thats allright for if this weren't so
perhaps Tomorrow would not ever come.
And it's Tomorrow's that offer Hope and Chance
for what Yesterday could not,
for whatever reasons that suddenly-
may be explained by the Time before dying.





Frank James Ryan, Jr...MMXV