Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

The Inevitable - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The hands of time
Are bent backward
They are welded…
Never to go forward.

The time keeper
wanted to stay here.
He wasn’t prepared;
Dying was his fear.

He tried his best
to stop the inevitable.
His foothold slipped,
efforts became unstable.

Life was released
With an open hand.
He took a tumble
With a thud he did land.

On his tombstone
It was stated…
I was not ready,
My death is prematurely dated.


Comments about The Inevitable by Theresa Ann Moore

  • (7/24/2007 4:24:00 PM)

    Oh.....I like your bit of wit here on the subject we would all love to stop or maybe even turn back a wee maybe a great bit: O) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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