State Of Mind Poem by William F Glennon

State Of Mind



Age is only a moment of time.
As the clock ticks away at our prime.

The soul and spirit carry on the fight.
Our view will be caught in hindsight.

The future disappears.
Tears won't still the fears.

Has history given you the ability?
To understand and take that responsibility.

Monday, April 16, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: future,history
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