Wreck time

And as I succeed in life’s appointments.

May I lay too, in the midst of disappointments?

Watching my rain bore solemn rows
Of forgotten lasts
Held as if sand filtered through the plane of times,

I should rest

While my blistering Sun spears

Clouds, melting mists

Of royal doubts and tears
And only then

And until lasts I know

Of troubled hands, of wreck time

Wrestling the grip of love mind

From weak hands, and hard minds
I ask only then

If you and they wake one day,


Please best yet

Make it your best set today

For tomorrow is only,

A promise made, often broken

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