All sides of our nature press for satisfaction, and if left unsatisfied, will manifest themselves so in ideas. - F.H. Bradley

The moving faces

2 nominations

Oh my child, I see you smile Looking back on the calendar pages, I see your wisdom, aura of greatness Working within you like the sages Oh my child, rushing through While life still flows the same as before, I see your hunger, strong desires Trying to break that immovable door The clock, the hourglass, the moving faces Am sure they see and shall agree, That my little child has grown too fast In desperate movements to be so free Oh my child, how you stumble These many years were so unkind, Yet I beg thee to tarry a while Before you leave your shadow behind

© menoh


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