Time is no more
Apologies to the Bard and E.A. Poe and great poetry everywhere
I liken thee to a midnight dreary,
Even though lonely, forlorn evermore.
Rough winds shake till thou art weak and weary,
December raps at thy chamber door.
Sometime too cold the frost atop thy pate,
And how often now thy sad gaze graven
Awaits this as nothing more wills thy fate.
By cunning or chance enters the raven,
And eternal hope shall fade nevermore
Nor lose fair sight of Heaven above us,
Nor shall Death glibly boast "Time is no more!"
Long as thou draw breath and thine eyes seek mine
Long shalt live hope and thy life fairly shine.
About the Creator
John Cox
Where would you like to travel? Who would you like to meet? No ticket required, a surprise at every destination guaranteed. Strap on your time travel goggles and bring a compass. It's sometimes bumpy in my imagination, so hold on tight!
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