The sands of time
Don’t stop for anyone
Though sometimes
We all wish they did
All those words lost
Never spoken
All the times
Never forgotten
Hanging as portraits in the hallway of memory
Irony spares no one
Tragedy’s never far behind
Both love to strike
When we want them least
It all comes crashing down
One simple question
Carries more weight than an entire epic
And yet remains so innocent
Irony and tragedy
They are here
Again
Know that the weight will never be gone
But neither will the memories
Neither will the spirit
And neither will I
















Comments
It's so touching, sweet, and sad all at once. I love the imagery in this poem. It really is a beautiful poem... you did a wonderful job.
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It looks like la-chupacabra liked that a lot. Good work.
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(H.D.)
That's when I grabbed the oven mitt.
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Anyway you look, anyway you talk it over.
It's easier to let it slip out of your mind.
But it rips your heart out.
Then it kicks your head in.
Just give him one more chance,
Try to see the beauty in his world.
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