Comments about Dave Holdcraft
Time Forever Marches On
Though we meet the end of life,
Do we meet the end of being?
Though we meet the end of sight,
Do we meet the end of seeing?
I burn down the mundane door
To see what beyond it lies
I embark into the wild
Scoffing at demise.
I’ve been selected for this journey
To tell all my secrets kept,
Of all the joys and sorrows
To every stone that I have stepped.
Reduce to ashes that old wisdom
I long not for remnant ember
I shout, “Stumble forth you fools!
And fall headlong toward December! ”
This place where time feels new
Yet, still seemingly too ...