Time consumed goes beyond human cure,
Of the time yet to come one's not sure,
Kiss me, Fleeting Moment,
Gift art thou, God's present,
And one to cherish, not just endure.
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Musings | 12.01.05 |
Apologies once again Rev Bernard for not seeing this before, and thank you so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Human cure! ! Sure with the truth, To secure the muse of righteous morals. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks for visiting this limerick