Can you not leave me be?
Your march is swift, the drum beat quickening, and of a rhythm, which bedevils mortal man.
Can you not slow the pace?
You are the unstoppable, insatiable, commander by whom the days of mankind are scheduled and measured.
Can you not relent but a little?
Nay, I know you cannot
For a man is a momentary figure, transient and finite to you
No slowing shall there be,
There is nothing left to sayBut Adieu my master,
Adieu!
Written and published by Mark R. Day June 23, 2011 copyright June 2011 all rights reserved
Written and published by Mark R. Day June 23, 2011 copyright June 2011 all rights reserved
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