Sense Of Impending Doom
A Poem
Rest, sleep, hope, try
I really hope ... I will not die
Too much to see
Too much to do
My children need my love
like glue
I thought I might have more time left
to move some mountains
Be myself
But time feels like it's running out
Don't sympathise
It's all my fault
I do not wish to change my past
The fun I had
Friends loved and lost
So many lovers passed me by
I realise now
They were my guide
For now I live the perfect life
Surrounded by my kids and wife
I pray I may have decades left
But now will have to do
instead.
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About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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