Stories of Time
Marvel not at the deceit of time
for great men watched to withered away
and the stories of time never forgotten
quiet! quiet i say and listen
Oh! great men
great cities of old
never will your end the era be
from the vast northern wind
carrying echoes from the past
whisper your truth to my hear
and there, there!
close to my heart i heard
the voices of those
many close afar
so i harken to them all
for tomorrow's sake
so still i stood beside my window
enclosed within the corner of my taught
there in my taught i found myself
in the bliss and chirpy of the world
for never again will she pass my way
for tomorrow morose i shall be
so i saw the gentle sun of aurora
for she hangs in the azure of time
just to watch the world
and it desires haste with time
and there heard the secret of happiness
for a kind life never lies only with the good
let the kindness of men stay with time
just a legend to be told when I'm gone.
buried long with the sands of time .
Poetry analysis
Hello, so i have decided to make room for the reader to give meaning to the poem "Stories of Time". It carries so many meaning and it is not my place to restrict the readers imagination. please you can post you understand of the poem in the comment section. Tak.
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