Conor Young

Rookie (02/06/93 / London)

Time - Poem by Conor Young

Years flutter on by with ease
Just feathers on a stiff breeze.
Time is a never ending distance
To which there is no resistance.
But what is the shadow of age
Without making one wise and sage.
Long life, they say, is much too short
For one to see all that they ought.
It sees so many loves lost and found
Before we are all buried below the ground.
The future’s a beautiful orchestra
To which we all must dance:
Because let’s face it, there’s so much time.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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