Life Flees, As If Faint Whispers In Moaning Winds
Life Flees, As If Faint Whispers In Moaning Winds
As fleeting hours flew into eternal abyss
once youth and love imagined to dream
so went grave error that time allows this
facing life, always with full head of steam.
We marvel at the beauty of ancient oaks
majestic towers stretching to eager skies
oft captured in the glory of artistic strokes
yet burdened by this world of worldly lies.
Weep not for more, for dying is our Fate
and task of living well often most hard
if one has learned and loved, they can relate
evil world is a test, just ask any bard.
Life flees, as if faint whispers in moaning winds.
Yet we all feign power, to so mold how it ends.
Robert J. Lindley,10-10-2018
Sonnet, ( Life Finally Teaches Us That Time Never Waits)
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