Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Sojourns Of Time. - Poem by Michael Gale

This passage of time does descend...
Of it's light, does so end.

The Sun expends all to light...
Only to define, it way too bright.

The end does transpire it's use to end...
The sands of time does falter, as bend.

Bend away the minutes passed....
Time immortal, to forever last.

Away, away do we exit this life in turn...
Will we sojourn to Heaven, or only burn?

Beneath this land of time so spent...
Away to Hell, did all sinners ascent?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009



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