Bury The Days

Let's make the most of the time we do have.

Flimsy, silly

Translucent

Things,

 

Be Gone!

As hours pass,

We live

 

Quite in vein.

Stop! Time

Creeps in

 

And changes

The living

For living

 

As they live.

Lives taken

By the Minutes

 

And the rest roam

Tired in

Manic cacophony.

 

Trouble! Trouble!

Pitchforks and flame

Lay remnants

 

Of those buried

By the Days.

Be gone!

 

Eek! The dead

Cry. Ha!

The living moan

 

In waiting

For plastic to

Cover their faces

 

Like criminals,

The Days pass

Only to slay.

 

Yet, the Days die,

Twenty four

For one life

 

Is the trade. And

Buried is time.

We live in gold!

Reviews

[costa siwale]

A great piece my friend, i love your expressions. well penned

[Lydia Shutter]

We must enjoy every moment of every day we are granted. Wise life advice. Too many look at the dark side when the bright side is all around us. Well written. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

A very serious poem about life.
"Eek! The dead
Cry. Ha!
The living moan"
I agree with and I liked the above lines. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to strong ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[DevKass92]

Thank you, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[EvaThornburn]

Nice write, Enjoyed. Thanks, for sharing. Look forward to reading more writes from you. Eva

[DevKass92]

Thank you for your comment, Eva.