Yes, I wrote yet another sonnet. My favorite form I have recently returned to for my own great pleasure..-Tyr

Time Is An Eternal Book


Time is an eternal book with covers so worn
it embraces us even before we are born
Pages may be long and very deeply stained
sadly in this life so much is unexplained!

There are pictures of our infamous deeds
proof our our fruits and barbaric seeds
Times we refuse to help those in dire need
They were bountiful crops, we were the weed!

Yet recorded also our moments of victories
times we gave of ourselves and loved others
Life recorded complete with its mysteries
How nothing beats the love of our mothers!

Near the end we may see the spilt ink so bad
Yet know its too late and our future is sad!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015

Note- A Sonnet , a Message and a Truth..
edit- "spilt" is spelled in its common usage and form not a spelling error by the author.