Sometimes time is on my mind when I'm not even aware of it. Like when this poem came to me last Memorial Day.....
Memorial Day
Folded boulders, remnants of the last
Ice Age to hit the Bronx,
Deeds deep hidden in their wrinkled crevices,
Deeds all but forgotten.
Trunks of trees, wrung out like wash rags
drying in the heat of May,
Fear forever frozen in their furrowed faces,
Fear of what will never be.
Breathless breezes bathe the aching head,
cool the heated heart while
Thoughts of Death invade the mind,
terrorize the soul, paralyze the will
Not enough time
to get it all done
to do it all right
the way it should be
Not enough time
Never enough time
Now there really is
Not enough time.
Copyright E.M. Ramos 5/29/2007
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