What I do. What we are. Why we live.

Time passes by

 

Broken clogs can’t tick.

Damaged springs can’t tock.

Time flows and can’t stop.

Bruised hands can’t talk.

Damaged springs can’t tock.

How can we reach the top?

Bruised hands can’t talk.

Empty hearts will rot.

How can we reach the top?

Tears shed on the spot.

Empty hearts will rot.

This experience has taught.

Broken clogs can’t tick.

Tears shed on the spot.

This experience has taught.

Time flows and can’t stop.

 

Death leads to doubts

 

Why do people die?

Feel them close by.

Please don’t lie.

Heads up towards the sky.

Feel them close by.

Let them climb high.

Heads up towards the sky.

These blue eyes won’t cry.

Let them climb high.

The children ask why.

These blue eyes won’t cry.

Obedient hearts don’t defy.

Why do people die?

The children ask why.

Obedient hearts don’t defy.

Please don’t lie.

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  • BRUCE KELLY McCURDY on Nov 19, 2009

    This poem well explains the ephemerality of life. The temporality of both joy and pain.WELL DONE!!

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