COLLECTION OF TIME
Fast and furious
The days of our lives
Forward into the mist we stride
Seeking not
That which is gone
Bleeding souls and broken bones
Swimming into
Some unknown sea
Away from the wretched enemy
Bounding along
In the turbulent tide
Tossed about from side to side
Window panes
Floors of wood
In the early morning light I stood
Floating clouds
In a clear blue sky
Beneath it all, the world goes by
In my house
Is a collection of time
To spend with me and my bottle of wine
When the daylight
At last is dim
The remaining flowers are only stems
Everything
Is such a haze
Upon my collection of time I gaze
And thinking that
Should tomorrow come
I just might try a bottle of rum
And add unto my
Collection of time
Tonight’s empty bottle of wine
COPYRIGHT 1970 JGO/SPANKY MONGO
