Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Hurry for me and my angelic kindness,
Tomorrow the days are long, and the nights short.
Sadly, the haste in use is of no use,
For the names of people are recorded only by angels.
Someday, the living will remember,
And the dying will show respect for the living.
For the living live with exploration,
And they see more than those angels.
Hurry now that the seeing is complete,
For the heads and hearts there is no sight to possess.