Saturday, March 8, 2025

Ten Years


In ten years wars can be conquered or lost,

Families can lose their sire's lineage 

Whilst kings and queens tally the plunder

The fatuity of death’s percentage. 


In ten years wives can bear enough children 

To fill an endless ephemeral vacuum 

Yet, to lapse within a lifetime

Only to be isolated in a tomb. 


The hundredth monkey phenomenon 

Merges with the third mouse out of the hole

Watching an owl hoot out maxims

Marginalized under a circus menagerie tentpole. 


In ten years, through the pale and grim

As we all travel through the valley of tears

Where heroes, friends, and lovers exit 

To never see the light shine upon the unused years. 







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