Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Time Passes Heedless


Time passes heedless of ambitions, goals
Innate desires, desiderata vain,
Mirth turns to dearth, Earth swallows joy and pain,
Entombed is boom when doom engulfs all souls.
Present presents poor fragment of youth past,
Anticipating future full forlorn,
Signs of wrinkles unforeseen at dawn
Show up as dusk bears down with pressure vast.
Expectations once so bright bestowing
Sun in season, reason can't sustain,
Here now, tomorrow gone, both loss and gain,
Edifice fractures underscore debt owing
Less may seem more for dream theme bright and bold;
Slight consolation when last tocsin's tolled.

Submitted: Friday, August 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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(9 February 2013)

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