This World Is Too Real Poem by Patti Masterman
This World Is Too Real
This world is too real;
So slow down this ride,
I'm on the third rail-
The outgoing tide.
My fingers trace magic,
My mind’s like a sail;
Must endings be the tragic
Magnum Opus fail?
Where's the book of life,
Elixir to living,
Ending to strife,
Counterpoint of striving?
If the grave's not the end
Of the time we unravel,
Is death the sole friend
Upon more lonely travels?
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4/25/2024 5:47:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Superbly intriguing poem. I love the context, the thought and the movement, so very good.