Oh, Time
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I am glad to say!
That this very day!
I wrote a verse!
And it came to play!

And this verse written!
The very one you read!
Is the same verse bitten!
In my brains! This weed!

It spreads like a plague!
It rains when I bleed!
It's lace is in vivid red!
And I am but a seed!

A seed of it's tower!
The capsule of life!
Not with all my power!
Can I let it strife!

Away from me.