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a poem written on April 16th that seems to show my thoughts on someone |
“There will be time” as T.S. Eliot said for both of us to learn about ourselves I have did what I wanted and still do now waiting for you to feel what you did. you will do what is old not what is new and expect me to go on same as you as if nothing is sacred and divine only the supreme power of nature and the sky not at all what I have gathered to be mine I have stopped on the way to buy an advice from those creatures you despise and dread why yes, your mind will remain as cold as ice and you shall never learn to accept will treat yourself as an old wise man and will save everything that you kept for what? may I wonder, you do know you are aging and time flies behind your back like strangers or thieves, only to ruin your life and make you regret why you never wore black. But oh indeed, “There will be time” for both of us to be ourselves and succeed to be alone and lonely, and grieve the moment that passed by with tears obviously not yours but mine and mine alone Not for you, but for myself, that is for sure. I wish to remain honest as before, if you please And No thanks, I will not have you to be released. April 16th 2011 |