Is there a difference between seventy and two hundred?
Does a man accomplish more with a sick body and addled mind
Old like a tortoise or
methuselah from biblical times
Does he seek destiny in a cup of tea
Hoping for a spark
To see
And and and
Time moveth along
How long in the tooth or
Deep in the bone
To the marrow ?
The crushing of the soul
How many stacked?
Bodies are totalled ?
How many have passed..
Besides
My mother and father
Who will remember?
Who is there to recall
The endless tasks and
Hours
Like stacked bricks
In a wall
Time may not be the villain
Procrastination
And things taken for granted
I will walk upon the soil
When this earth is a dark dead planet