Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

When the new world is unknown


Like every coloured leave
falling in the autumn
with trees standing skeleton
the days of each human being runs out
while time continually keeps going on,
when expectations and acts that are gambled away are lost
as opportunities that cannot come to reality
and when all hope and dreams at a time come to an end
and that which had been is eternally passed,
when even ability and knowledge
cannot change the new world
and everything just fades away into memory
of that which may have been
then the new world is unknown and full of fear

Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2014

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