Brian Hinckley

Rookie (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Now Is The Time - Poem by Brian Hinckley

Grieving time in Buffalo,
for the lost who went before.
Fear of what will happen
and what fate has in store.
Time doesn't slow,
nor does it abate.
The chance to live is now,
we must act before it's too late.
Where will we go
and what will we do?
Will we hate or love,
will be we proud with what we grown into?
Now is the chance
that others have not had.
With my heart in my hard I offer it,
life is too short to live it mad.
Give your heart and soul,
body and mind.
I give mine freely,
to a woman who is like Kind.
Her name is Hope,
though that's not really her name.
She is my guiding star,
for my raging heart she did tame.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011


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