As I flip the pages backward
I find it hard to believe
All those old chapters
All the plays we have lived
What is life if not a giver
And then again the greatest thief
If you cannot stop the water clock
It’s best to let it drip...
/
Does the sun set here?
Or do my eyes deceive?
For the far stars long dead,
I still feel no grief
Like faces on photographs
They live beyond their last breath
I guess there truly is
Life after death.
(Initial Image Attribution: https://pixabay.com/illustrations/clock-alarm-clock-time-past-1702512/)
