Time and it's Rarities

Time and it's Rarities

A Poem by Alastor

I watch as the sand drifts through its glass
Confined and compressed till it somehow breaks free
And in that split second of zest and  of awe
It's fully in motion, till it meets the falls


We live in a world of disgrace and shame
Polluted with power, money, fame
We strive for these moments in everyday life
Polluted with ideas, causing self strife

The Working Class Hero, now unionized
Foiled hard labor and threw out what's pride
The Gentle of Men from yesterday
Now myths in the movies used to now sway

The Virgins in this life, so worthless and now
We'd settle for w****s, or smuts, even sow
The fiber called moral so tattered and torn
Treason, no reason, filled with self scorn

I watch as these sands drift in the glass
Remember notions and days from the past
Where men were TRUE men and woman had class
But I guess like I said, that's all in the past...


© 2012 Alastor

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Added on December 9, 2012
Last Updated on December 9, 2012
Tags: Hourglass, union, men, gentlemen, woman, virgin, virginity, life, sands, of, time



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