long ago a poet
made a sacred vow...
to rise not to high
not to cumulus
cloud heights
to tower not...
to time promote
poetry voice a single
poem line glorious
to promote not...
wasting time promoting
time is fleet fast precious
time is for swift writing
if any spare time moments...
can be pick found at all
after work time earning
time work time would
take creep steal decades...
a small hope lived
that in retirement time
a little writing time
could twilight thrive...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem