William J. Walls

(Dolton, Illinois, USA)


Poem by William J. Walls

Tempestuous and weariful life is calling
Unsatisfied, yet adamant. We begin falling
Afflicted because youth is not ours to keep
We become rabid, covetous, instead of meek.
We must accept the hour glass of last time
The wrinkles will be many the hair dwine.
Yesterdays memories, must hide in the past
This moment, this life wasn't meant to last.
Rebuke not nature because you perceive dejection
Cope with reality dress your own reflection.
Narrate the years you have walk this earth.
Be grateful that to you, your mother gave birth
Respect the evenings, and days that you have left
Berattling as a jackal, want change what fate has deal
Abdicate, and skylook that the skinworms await
Way meant as others may, with silence we have a date
Uncross your blessings, give thanks to your creator
Death rides not as an enemy, but emancipator
The boundaries of this life shall be unclogged
Destiny prevails, our hour, our epitaph, our epilogue

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003