Time

Watching the end of time,

From above,

Mountains crumble.

I turn away,

And smile,

At the little drawing,

On the fridge.

True immortality,

Focuses attention on,

The minute daily things,

That make eternity,

A playground.

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One Response to “Time”

  1. I love how this poem says so much in such a small amount of space, not an easy thing to do… always, not alweays an easy thing to do…

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