Where is permanence
In this transient world ?
We have come to leave
And so are our affairs
Time, the architect of change
Like a river, carries souls apart
Like the proverbial twenty kids
That can not play for twenty years
Dreams are lost in time
Think of the stolen hours of pleasure
That gives birth to intimacy
Or the slippery fish from there begotten
Should the quest for variety win
The seldom fashion indulgence
Is often the father of vogue
Differences creep in untold
As the dusk fizzles into dawn
So the chanced sumptuous meals
Gradually courts the taste
Chanced is then swallowed up in favourites
Alienating twins that sucked same breasts
Greatest is the crime of indifference
Where differences are in contention
Differences unlike the truth
Know not the route of constancy
2 comments:
Frankly speaking, I am not here to flatter you. I appreciate a good piece of art prowess when I see one. You have got what it takes. 'Time Changes' is a good piece of poetic licence which you possess. Keep the pen flowing. Though, I want to ask - pray, Verse 3, line 3-4, who dares look for variety, the fish or the Catcher?
Both could look for it, depending on who feels like fun before the other.
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