Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 28,402 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Mows With Scythe - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

‘Time passes, passes, passes
And mows with scythe
The gains you make turn
Losses, my Monsignor.’

‘But you exaggerate, sir, ’
Said my Monsignor:
‘You exaggerate and
Pessimistic sour’

‘First let me pessimistic
Sour; but then hear my words
There are burning swords
Increasing one by one with
Age and time:
And it be for you to see
For old age so many
Cunning pitfalls has and makes’

Topic(s) of this poem: aging, life, mythology, night, time

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015

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