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time
Contributed by
geordie
on
Tuesday, 27th June 2006 @ 05:52:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Time
The light ring on a blackened wall
The decrepit clock stopped in the hall
Where time was, but now no more
The roof now fallen on the floor
Time ran out for the once stately pile
Where people lived in some great style
The once beautiful marble fireplace
Usually graced by the human race
The dinning hall once a place of joy
Now empty like a broken toy
The ghosts of hosts who once lived here
Are friendly, not the ones to fear
The masters of this magnificent hall
Traditionally held a “Christmas” Ball.
Life in the hall was always good
Abundance of such healthy food
Like all good things come to an end
With costs to high to comprehend
Time on the clock just after eight
Soon this pile will meet its fate
Copyright ©
geordie
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2006-06-27 05:52:59]
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Re: time
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by LifeFadingAway on
Tuesday, 27th June 2006 @ 06:36:12 AM AEST
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| Nice poem, really good description of how things change |
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Re: time
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by MorguesMatter on
Monday, 26th October 2009 @ 02:38:30 AM AEST
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| It's an honor to be amongst a poet of your stature, the clarity in your depictions makes you a dangerous one,if you so choose.-Morgues |
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