irenio irenaeus bero

The Chase

only with the help of time
shall every desire and pleasure
that warms our hearts be fulfilled
we can only be certain of a time
when lifes clock stops ticking
we are all in a race, busy chasing
the seconds, minutes, hours and days
we not even sure we truly deserve
we make plans and only hope for mercy
at the feet of fleeting fates course
so lost in the art of living
through pain, joy and laughter
and yet nothing
shall conquer and defeat the ruler of all time
either by reason, logic or force
so deeply enchanted by the changes of events
that time has adopted

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 1, 2010

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