The Crafts So Long To Learn Poem by alan brown

The days were long incorporating my only will
as time immortal dragged tastelessly at my sole
Giving hope to my mind as time went by
but shortening the days of truth

Lingering as my craft enhanced my existance
long learnt in days gone by.
But never reaching my perfect goal
in the time of man.

Words as in dreams entered my mind
forever written in the eddy's of time
But inconclusive on my elusive pages
blank and bewildered.

Craft formed the reaching out of my hands
as tools guided my weakened thought
Forming figures of gaiety molded by my
un-stopping will.

My trade was learnt in the shortening of time
as life passed by the second it was formed
Leaving but a scar upon the broken land
As poets sang
and words lingered.