These Trifles Are Temporary Poem by james watkin

These Trifles Are Temporary



As one unable, or wishing
To bear no more this
Each wretched concern, unwarranted
Whilst overstressed is
Respectless Time, great scoffer of
Lasting worth's pretence

Sustain, will he; by this grant of
Symbolic foresight.
Posits you, a soul, bubble-freed
Above which sea's might
Death's dark, that old world engulfs; now
Of no consequence.

Sunday, May 16, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: death,world,care,worry
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james watkin

james watkin

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