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We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty - Douglas Adams
Tick
Time for a strike, I head the clock say
After working twenty four hours a day
Every moment depends on me
One follows two, as all can foresee
Can I sit and relax, just close my eyes
Would the universe seize, would the sun never rise
Would the seasons stall, would all collide
Causing such mayhem, all the worldwide
Denied the right to reminisce
While I move ahead, so much is missed
What have I left, behind in my wake
Methodically, robotically , I age without ache
Impatiently forward, I wait on no man
Yet all would follow, obeying my hands
I am hated, revered, obeyed and ignored
I am used, I am wasted, I am constant, a whore
I am slave, I am master, I am fresh, I am old
I live in their heartbeat's, I am snowdrifts of cold
I am more than numbers,I am more than light
Yet many ask, if I am right
Pax
A
12/7/08
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Sheila
Your verses are wonderful & Insightful Visions Capturing
Very Nicely Done!!
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Ever changing, multiple or unique... difficult to define,
to imprison.
Axilea
Fabulous title and poem!!
Best regards,
Lance
A keeper A pax!;-)
Eileen
bill
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
ps I hope you locate your bio soon! lol
fee
Well Anita you and your verse wear it well
Peter
Ron
Regis
Jack
Ingeborg