“ Morrows ” ~ at whirlwind pace ~

On a lifespan face,

As morrows crowd

Disturbingly close,

You see days burn

At whirlwind pace,

Giving scarce time

To warm a place,

By short day’s end,

For a night’s embrace!

“ Morrows ” ~ ever nearer ~


Should you doubt

Life’s fleeting pace,

I’ll set you right

On lifespan’s face,

The days that burn

With barely time

To see the night,

Or a full term

Of this life’s race,

Save ye borrow

Someone’s turn

Afore the morrow,

Less fate means play

A slice of mirth,

And chose instead

A bed of earth,

Be untimely stead

Tells best not dwell,

On wasteful notions

While ever nearer be,

Those waiting morrows!