Endsong

Endsong

 

Hope

is where all wishes wait

 

In vaults too deep to contemplate

while time

 

Although preoccupied

declines to pause or hesitate

 

Yet seals

for eternity

 

The rich man

and the paupers fate …

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Superb and profound Neville. I like the way you have staggered each thought. Works well. Yes, we are shackled to time -the great deceiver! Our common fate.
I feel winter coming on - usually it offers its own delights but we're all bit nervous.
It'll be fine!
Cheers,
Alan

[Neville]

Hiya Alan wot a smashing thing to say sir ... Yes me too, I can feel a distinct chill but as you say, it does have its own uniqueness & at the end of the day, of course it will be fine .. Take care out there and stay safe too ...

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Hope is a blue butterfly with flimsy wings trying her best to lift us as time flies by from the inevitable, no one will escape from rich or poor.

Sobering poetry.

Chris

[Neville]

... I have heard that one too .. and I've not touched a drop since the last drop .. thanking you Chris :)

[Chris Shaw]

No fun being sober on holidays:)

[Neville]

.. just off :)

[Archishman Rick]

Such accurate introspection when read through such a nicely crafted short poem is a great pleasure indeed. Great write, Mr. Neville. Have a good one.
Regards.

[Neville]

how very kind of you my friend .. many thanks indeed ..

[AJNJ]

Rich man or poor, theres no exemption to anyone as far as the 10 foot deep vault under the earth goes. It awaits everyone as eagerly and seals them all shut for an eternity. Hope is a dream. Death is the only reality.

[Neville]

thank you for considering these words, much appreciated sir ..

[AJNJ]

A most inspiring poem. My pleasure to read!

[Neville]

Cheers AJ ....

[AJNJ]

cheers N 🍻 🤗