Bittoo
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 


The end is close
The year is done
You never know
When then begun

But now is now
And then is then
That time may come
Right back again

To those infront
To those in back
The fresh and faint
The artifact

The molded old
The new like dew
Or so we're told
And thus it's true