Future: Poetry

A future so hopeful yet distant;

A second, a minute, an hour, a day, a year

Man clinging on with a faith so dear,

Pondering on the worries this instant

A better life that he dreams often

Lost in the thoughts of the morrow

Never a joy in the moments he borrows

Of others who may hit the coffin

The mind stands unperturbed and lonely

With the hope of the future content

And a world so definite

A life in the now and only

As Soul beckons for the present

Seldom does the clock strike infinite

 

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