by Julie Delvaux
There'll come a day when things remain the same.
The mirror will return a yesterday's reflection,
And gazing will you stand, and nothing but your name
Hints at familiar life. Your every aspiration,
Your every hope will sink into the dust of time
Where dunes of senseless dreams conspire to engulf you.
Along the sea of Chance, in all majestic prime,
The train of thought will drive towards the past. And a few
Forgotten milestones will mark a life that lagged,
Set hastily between the poetry and prose.
If our world's the stage, you've been your own Bard.
And now to ashes comes that which from ashes rose.
So turn your back on all of yesteryear's success,
And let your spirit be your singular recess.
Last updated May 02, 2015