36 Hours - Poem by Richie Dwyer
Life through a window.
We are just moments in time.
Sunbeams directed onto springtime grass
That fiercely attacks winters fatal fading gloom.
We are the train in multi directional motion
That neither stops to think or calculate
The voluminous intent of life that weighs heavy
On those without repose or solidity.
We are the mighty oak, the humble daffodil.
One that defies times logic, the other just defies.
We are more than any commercial intent.
Maybe less than we think.
We are constrained by times ethical dictates.
But until time calls time,
We just simply.......are.
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