It is not your time.
The sands of the hourglass
Still drop in steady line.
It is not your day.
The light of the sun
Still shines in steady rays.
It is not your end.
The pages of the book
Still hold in story penned.
It is not your time.
The gears of the clock
Still spin in oiled prime.
It is not your time.
The love of your friends
Still sounds in steady chimes.
It is not your time.
It is not your day.
It is not your end.
No, not today.
YOU ARE READING
Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
