THE MISTS OF TIME

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
From the mid to late 1970s.

Submitted: January 23, 2011

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What of your life
Is it merely borrowed,
From the mists of time?
Is your existence
Merely a rapidly fading dream?
As I know surely is mine.

I often stop to meditate
On the meaning of life,
The meaning of reality.
Is living so simple
Or so very complicated,
As we make it out to be?

Is the borrowed time
Slowly running out for us,
Is life about to fade?
Will we live another day,
Another month, another year,
Or even a decade?

Misty dreams control our hopes
Our dreams, our every thought,
Our every notion.
The sands of time
Control the way we act and move,
Our every notion.

Living has become
A mere day to day thing,
We eke out our days without fuss.
The mists of time
Are now fading fast,
Death is calling to us.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts


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