Said of a minute
Born to life,
Be a need for it
Tho enters strife,
Despite commit
To its short site,
Life persists to emit
Tho maybe a plight,
Holds of portent
Yet it is swallowed,
By the hour
And this to follow,
As if to scour
Chose be the fellow,
To do another
As if led by the echo,
Of a wilful brother
Not for a minute,
Would let fate posture
To fix a mindless habit,
Of disaffected bother
Ne’er now or then submit,
Tho for but a minute, now or then!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier