(Picture courtesy: Google, obviously.)
Mountains to move,
Many storms to quell...
In ruthless times,
Where failures dwell...
Tentative mind on a perilous dock,
And 'Tempus Fugit!' sayeth the clock...
A journey so drawn,
Such enduring a path...
In waters unknown,
This vast a swath...
The voyage endeth beyond that rock,
But 'Tempus Fugit!' sayeth the clock...
There are times,
When hope doth dwindle...
In wickedest of ways,
Like nefarious a swindle...
Then urge to break, so vicious this lock,
And "Tempus Fugit!" chimeth the clock...
Babble
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1. I'm back! :)
2. I can still write!! :)
3. I'm still the same gloomy me !!! :)
4. Tempus Fugit = Time flies, first mentioned
by Virgil in Georgics. But of course reading
Georgics is too mundane. If you're an X-Files fanatic
like me, then you'll immediately recognise the episode.
5. Back to serious things, if you've ever wanted
to do a lot of things in life and fell short of
doing them, then this poem is for you! Imagine life as
a journey with an hourglass by your side where every
grain that trickles is a jiffy less that you get to
realize your dreams.... *blah* *blah* *blah*
6. *I slap myself for my moment of vulnerability in (5)* *another slap* *I wake up*
7. ... and life goes on.
